Get krunk, get pumped, get blunted, get drunk,
Get to stuntin' if you wanna get some.
I'm hearing none of the drama that you comin' with.
I guarantee ya my nigga, you don't want none of this.
So get krunk, get pumped, get blunted, get drunk,
Get to stuntin' if you wanna get some.
I'm hearing none of the drama that you comin' with.
I guarantee ya my nigga, you don't want none of this.
Verse
I rips it quick. Don't make me spit.
You'll feel like shit, and sniffle like a bitch.
The clock it ticks, and I'm using rhymes as bricks
to bust yo' lips, and giggle never grippin' my fists.
I can't resist, cause opportunity exists
to belittle pitiful men doing this for the ends,
Listening to my flow, and sittin' in at the shows,
And homing in on the hoes that be rollin' with me-oh no!
I don't know why my foes think that they got some flow,
And their souls are exposed. I'm scoping like a vulture.
This is closure, can't hear that shit no longer.
No one is holding me back, like cologne I'm on ya,
Bend and fold ya. This isn't California,
No Hollywood only hood niggas hang on this corner.
Many before ya came through thinking they're colder.
And like pneumonia I'm sick, and still getting stronger,
Chorus
So get krunk, get pumped, get blunted, get drunk,
Get to stuntin' if you wanna get some.
I'm hearing none of the drama that you comin' with.
I guarantee ya my nigga, you don't want none of this.
So get krunk, get pumped, get blunted, get drunk,
Get to stuntin' if you wanna get punked.
I'm hearing none of the drama that you comin' with.
I guarantee ya my nigga, you don't want none of this.
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