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5g in my blunt - fraud lyrics

[intro: fraud!]
alright okay let’s go!
yea! yea! yea!
alright alright alright

[verse 1: fraud!]
can’t back down, fade to background
when we come around, knocking power out
shut it down, give em whiplash
cause a car crash, then i walk it out
bossed up, don’t know how to act
i’m switching lanes, causing heart attacks
i’m a renegade on my own wave
i f*ck around and i lace tracks
i’m too sick, i’ll with it
tryna talk down, but you ill fitted
my team eat with no meal ticket
better run homie, that clock ticking
show stopping, i been poppin
they head boppin they f*ck with me
i’m jaw dropping, my flow knocking
i’m head chopping, don’t f*ck with me, like
rappers act like divas, i turn to sharkeisha
kick that b*tch like fifa, while i roll my reefer
i just blew my speakers
too much drip, plain white tee
walk in this b*tch all eyes on me
how you spend your whole paycheck on clothes?
broke and you still ain’t flee
got ben 10 on my wrist
omnitrix flow, watch how i switch
not from earth, crashed my ship
i left the wreck in the heart of your b*tch
she think about me while you give her that d*ck
if you down bad, don’t act like a b*tch
go get a bag, quit fumbling it
pray you got homies that’s watching your six
i hit like a ton of them bricks
boy i got swag, and i got flash, i got pizazz
standing on ten, gripping the staff
so you shall not pass
if we playing chicken, it’s head on collision
i’m f*cking you up, till you losing your vision
just give up on spitting, that sh*t is pathetic
ride with my hooligans, time to act fool again
walk in your crib with the tools like i’m moving
bands in my pocket got me feeling jubilant
truly i’m too legit, we on that stupid sh*t (woah)
i throw bands like discus, i’m so cold like christmas yo!
you bark way too much, lil b*tch just mind your business!
[verse 2: trippythakid]
she on my d*ck like a shakeweight
she kind of nuts like a payday
making money in my heyday
69 like a treyway
put em up put em up out of mind feeling like i’m not good enough
then i get high, then i feel fine, ready to ride lets giddyup
hit my line yo hit me up (yo hit me up)
got connections what you want? (like what you want)
need to fill it in my lung (im tryna cough)
thc it’s in my blood (it’s in my blood)
got to get hype, feel like im old feel like a typewriter
give me the mic, k!ll it alone, smoking the white viper
smoking white widow, chillin in the ghetto, drugs that taste like metal
trip be trippin, trip be flippin, get that money no kiddin
feeling like steveo all of my people know that trippy don’t fit in
car got repo’d, people evil, trip man still be winnin

[hook: trippythakid]
5g in my blunt ay
california gotta run
any weed that you want
never hit me for a front
(x2)

[verse 3: fraud!]
run for the hills, like tick tock!
before i get blood on my wristw*tch
run that fade, get stopped like gridlock
stupid lil b*tch, i been hot
burner like propane, shots to the mainframe
hit his brain harder than a migraine
b*tch i can’t change, hang with the gang gang
chopper with a d*ck and it came from the gun range
brand new nickname, katrina with the big rain
water whip, feel just like aang
foreign lil b*tch from pyongyang, throwing that back
till i’m yelling out god dang!
pack got me up like airplane, y’all copped mid
so you stuck on the stairway
boutta catch fire like hairspray, tryna talk sh*t
pipe down that’s hearsay!
f*ck it, it’s a brand new year, seeing sh*t crystal clear
run up in that b*tch no fear, hanging off chandeliers
cause i’m in a brand new tier
boutta go ape, long as i’m here this city ain’t safe
villainous gang but i wear no cape
please step before i melt your face
i been spazzing r*t*rded b*tch, i am like spartacus
aimed at your head like i’m artemis
top of the food chain, feel like liu kang
no little b*tch, you not part of this
this be the movement, better know we up next
k!ll a motherf*cker with the flow i flex
talking that bullsh*t i lay you to rest, i’m the best of the best and i need me a check
[hook: trippythakid]
5g in my blunt ay
california gotta run
any weed that you want
never hit me for a front

- fraud lyrics

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