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Ethan Ross
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Free Flow Flava
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Ethan Yampolsky
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Free Flow Flava
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Put a bat to em
Now yo head get cracked
I'm in the backrooms
Where all the monsters is at
We with the platoon ready for the combat
Gotta blast, dude
I gotta march on the path
Say that he a friend but he just another snake to me
Say that she a ten but she just another face to me
Leaving on a whim
I fly away like I'm vacationing
She wanna try again but ion trust her just to wait for me
I was hitting licks back when y'all was hitting woah's
I just hit the switch, I see y'all been hitting lows
Fiending need a fix i
I think y'all should get to Loewe's
You your boss's little bitch
I'm getting money with my bros
I don't need to flex
I'm getting racks from hitting flows
You the teacher's pet
I'm skipping class because it blows
You give me respect cus you got swag that's from the pros
Know that we the best like DJ Khaled on these hoes
Walk in this bitch I don't owe you shit
I'm Hollywood I do not know you bitch
Y'all go to hate while I go do this
I could tell that you never had to go through shit
Front row getting crowd-killed when I leap in
Catch these outfield you on defense
He was fronting like he really on g shit
Stood there looking tough now he bleeding
Beating on a motherfucker cranium with bare hands
I be going ape shit
You fake just a scared man
I ain't even wanna have to hurt em to be fair and
We give out these beatings like okay, okay, here damn
If you really want it you can get it right now
Cøne gang piped up so you better pipe down
If you really want it you can get it right now
Cøne gang piped up so you better pipe down
Put a bat to em, now yo head get cracked
I'm in the backrooms, where all the monsters is at
We with the platoon ready for the combat
Gotta blast, dude
I gotta march on the path
Walk in this bitch I don't owe you shit
I'm Hollywood I do not know you bitch
Y'all go to hate while I go do this
I could tell that you never had to go through shit
Front row getting crowd-killed when I leap in
Catch these outfield you on defense
He was fronting like he really on g shit
Stood there looking tough now he bleeding
Writer(s): Ethan Yampolsky, Alexander Osipov
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