Lyrics

Bitch I feel like Guts I'm bout to go berserk Treating bitches sweetly but to niggas I'm a jerk Maggz the type of nigga that might pull up at your work Pull up at the wrong time bet you'll get murked Snacking on your bitch that pussy tasting like desert Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt Got that long wood bitches call me Vic Firth I ain't spending racks on shit you can search my net worth Smoking on this tree gon hit your face just like an airbag Kush so strong got me feeling like I'm jet lagged Made this shit for free don't give a fuck about a price tag I'm in Hong Kong with the strap up in my duffel bag I just booked a flight to Metairie to see my family But I'll return like Gandalf Black Wizard up out the 503 Up all night reciting verses g With perfect symmetry Run circles on the beat This shit so fire you had to hit repeat I'm whipping hearses Pimping nurses Snatching purses Cursin fuck Crushing verses They dispersing Kick drum hitting like a truck HHM we're satan's children we were sent to fuck shit up Once we lock you in our sights say your prayers you're out of luck Bitch I feel like Guts I'm bout to go berserk Treating bitches sweetly but to niggas I'm a jerk Maggz the type of nigga that might pull up at your work Pull up at the wrong time bet you'll get murked Snacking on your bitch that pussy tasting like desert Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt Got that long wood bitches call me Vic Firth I ain't spending racks on shit you can search my net worth
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