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john shedletsky #based freestyle - 4bom lyrics

[intro: 4bom]
yo real based sh*t, you already know what it is, kentucky fried records
uh
john shedletski, yeah, based freestyle
you already know
free palestine
free bobby shmurda, free tay*k
trap*a*holics mixtapes
free max b, free nba youngboy
free lil durk, free melly
free fetty wap, free pooh shiesty
d*mn son, where’d you find this?
this is a certified hood classic

[verse 1: 4bom]
real based sh*t and you know this sh*t get crazy b*tch
imma blow your house up, my dad work for the navy b*tch (navy b*tch)
pants saggin so low, this sh*t look like the 80’s hit (80’s hit)
swag so hard, it like crack in the 80’s b*tch (80’s b*tch)
ruler of the underworld, i’m trappin’ just like hades did (hades did)
used to be so broke until my money did 180 b*tch (180 b*tch)
they bannеd me off the ‘gram becausе i’m doing too much crazy sh*t (crazy sh*t)
your man caught some pedo charges, i know he do some crazy sh*t (crazy sh*t)
b*tch you know i’m the master of them bricks, john shedletsky (swag)
yo b*tch at my crib, she suck my d*ck with her bestie (bestie)
ambidextrous stick, b*tch i’m shooting with my leftie (with my leftie)
pulled up to the trap, i made a nice bowl of spaghetti (spaghetti)
b*tch you know my music sh*t gon blow, like confetti (confetti)
got pulled over in my car with 20 pounds of fetty (f*ck)
when my sh*t be hittin’ the streets, it hit ‘em like a chevy (swag)
i’m finna f*ck this b*tch and wipe her down, if she let me (f*ck)
swag on a hundred, b*tch i’m breaking all the records (records)
b*tch i never paid attention in class, f*ck the lectures (f*ck)
your b*tch left you ‘cause she know that i’m just f*cking better
too much f*cking swag, i’m hitting sh*t like scottie sheffler (bam)
f*ck them dating apps, last time i did it i got cat phished (f*ck)
roll the window down for the cops, smell like cat p*ss (f*ck)
you know my pockets be so heavy, like a fat b*tch (fat b*tch)
unlimited methods in my mega that’s a fat l!ck (fat l!ck)
[verse 2: tys0n & 4bom]
hundred percent lego batman, fat b*tches please hit me up
don’t drink lean, i gotta p*ss clean, pedialyte in my double cup
serious about the fat b*tches, your weight need to double up
told my nco to k!ll himself, got me in the push up
you ain’t join the army, you in the air force like a f*ggot
b*tches on my d*ck, ‘cause you know that i be swaggin’
threw my gas mask on, ‘cause you know that sh*t be nasty
it’s a new one every night, on the couch, castin’
i’m cravin’ brain b*tch, buh, i’m a zombie
you ain’t got no drip, your momma dressed you abercrombie
she was all up on my sh*t, my sh*t hang like a donkey
my drawls hit the floor, and my ass was h*lla swampy
neon, babytron, we got andy milonakis
p*ssy gettin’ technician, now you can call me linus
parallel park in the shower, you need a license
beefing with this r*t*rd and you know his name is finest

[verse 3: nol4n]
i’m so based, and you know i can not speak proper (proper)
smoking so much d*mn weed, i need a detox (detox)
i need so much head that her knees lock (lock)
i got so much money, now i see my opps trap*a*holics mixtapes
look at my d*ck, b*tch you see three b*tches
call me druski b*tch, ‘cause i stand on business (stand on business)
sippin’ wock, and i pour up in a faygo (faygo)
i asked a fine shyt, i’m like “how you’re day go?” (go)
i don’t give a f*ck ‘bout a answer, i’m tryna hop in it (hop in it)
i don’t give a f*ck about his day, imma k!ll him, just like cancer
after that, i text his b*tch then i don’t give a answer
baby that boy like a pamper
me and your b*tch get it nasty
[verse 4: cloud soulja]
your b*tch slip you quick, ‘cause you wasn’t with the sh*t maybach music
(what the f*ck?)
i came in lookin’ sick, but i came in with a bl!ck (oh my god)
a bad b*tch just told me she really want the d*ck (sh*t)
i took her to the room, then she went and hit the splits (sh*t)
oh, sh*t, you really are a b*tch (d*mn)
shoutout chief keef, yeah i don’t like that sh*t (woo)
b*tch, pull up with a blade, not a stick (f*ck)
molly bump your ass b*tch, and molly got me sl!ck (yeah, yeah)
b*b*bounce up on a b*tch, yeah i went and hit the quan (yeah, yeah)
no one understanding the sh*t that i’m on (huh, uh)
i’m gone, rolling in a ‘rari feeling strong (huh, uh)
uh, i came in with some missiles and some bombs (and some bombs)
uh, this head, yeah i f*ck her glasses off (what the f*ck)
got her next to me, and she suck me on her lawn (d*mn)
uh, tryna get that green, hit that bumbum, uh (sh*t)
tryna hit the scene, i’ll put you on

this sh*t is trap music, b*tch
listen to this track, b*tch

[bridge: jai]
yeah, you already know what it is
yeah this that kfr classic
jai, vt x kfr you know what it is
i’m ‘bout high as f*ck, i don’t care
trap*a*holics mixtapes
shoutout lil b
free luigi
long live castro
you know what it is
trap*a*holics, real trap sh*t
[verse 5: jai]
b*tch i’m young and brown and i’m fat, but i’m still hot (swag)
60 b*tches on my d*ck, cause they know i stay hard (yup)
based sh*t every day, you know i’m reppin’ b*tch mob (b*tch mob)
shouts out to lil b, thank you basedgod (basedgod)
b*tches on my d*ck, ‘cause i’m andy milonakis (andy)
b*tches on my d*ck, ‘cause i’m loud and i’m obnoxious
swaggin’ so hard i think i need a doctor (what?)
your b*tch made my d*ck hurt, i think i need a doctor (owww)
all these blue bands, look like a f*cking jazz concert (money)
i promote these drugs so much, i think i should get sponsored (facts)
wake up in the morning, straight to scamming, i got no time (none)
your b*tch she a demon, suck my s*m*n ‘till her nose cry (what?)
okay you f*cked that b*tch, i did it first, i’m just like soulja boy (youuuu)
why you talkin’ crazy ‘bout me, you know i don’t know you boy (huh?)
i just said wassup to you, that don’t mean that we’re homies boy (facts)
kfr the f*cking movement, this sh*t going global boy (global!)

[verse 6: eazyshot]
young white man, b*tch i’m ignorant as f*ck
i don’t really give a d*mn, hoppin out the tesla truck
you don’t ever f*cking win, you don’t ever get no dubs
first time she let me hit on her period, i was boning the blood
i was boning that sh*t
i was born with the rick, i was born to throw up on a [?]
i swear to f*cking god, imma go up on a bender if i get another like from a fat b*tch on tinder
b*tch i’m swagged out, b*tch i’m swagged out
add a motherf*cking [?] on to the trap house, yeah
just to let you p*ssy boys have a chance at rolling
yeah i love me black hoes, but not candace owens
what the f*ck you say hoe? better f*cking lay low
boutta take out the whole village like i’m kratos
b*tch i’m pistol times table, you a f*cking turntable
b*tch i’m making b*tches wanna know why it’s fatal

- 4bom lyrics

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