Madi Serket - POSTED UP IN WISCONSIN
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{intro}
Swear to god, this is the take
It gotta be
{verse}
Screamin' "yeah yeah yeah," i'm finna be on the maps
And i'mma dance 'till i'm dead
I do a run when i rap
And no, i don't stop dancin' 'till the curtain fall
I heard everyone mad cause i win, i ball
And no brockhampton, but i'mma roadrunner
Aye, when you gonna let go?
Kevin abstract, runner
Ain't nobody play with me like the mii gunner
Call me general zaroff, cause i'm a people hunter
And call me albert fish the way i eat these othеr rappers
No i do not play with any of you grimey little cappеrs
Uk, yeah, grimey like some dubstep
No skrillex, i mess with him but i'm not like it
Rateyourmusic user wanna give me head, it's a topster
My nuts hang low, nicki minaj, i'm a monster
All my haters on soundtrap and bandlab
These streaming royalties ain't nothing
Rest in piece to bandcamp
The money move itself now
Got too much autonomy
The money talkin' too much
Think the racks need a lobotomy
Committing arson on the government, no sign of me
All my haters got my nuts in mouth, can you get off of me
This is gas like nickelodeon in the 90s
I know the fbi, man, really tryna find me
Blood and guts reportin' on the mic like (?...) girl
Yeah, my verses tend to be a little long, no free (?...)
When i walk outside, i can smell the zaza
Wish that i was smokin' it lil bitch, i'm tryna hotbox
Matt ox, i'mma killer and a robber
I've been rollin' marijuana, you been rollin' pasta
Yeah, yeah, i get money abundantly
Do you understand that i get it so reluctantly
I'm with ya' baby mama and she wants to have some fun with me
But i stay faithful, she ain't gettin' any cum from me
Ganja in the paper, lick it, rollin' a spliff
You know we finish up blunts in the time of the nick
And now the pigs pullin' off, ain't no (?...)
But we still gotta bounce, come on
Lets go, we finna (?...)
Yeah, the blister on my thumb turned to ashes
From playin' my guitar to relapsin'
I'm not proud of who i became that far
I wish i was more honest, i like to tell it all
Shit
{intro}
Swear to god, this is the take
It gotta be
{verse}
Screamin' "yeah yeah yeah," i'm finna be on the maps
And i'mma dance 'till i'm dead
I do a run when i rap
And no, i don't stop dancin' 'till the curtain fall
I heard everyone mad cause i win, i ball
And no brockhampton, but i'mma roadrunner
Aye, when you gonna let go?
Kevin abstract, runner
Ain't nobody play with me like the mii gunner
Call me general zaroff, cause i'm a people hunter
And call me albert fish the way i eat these othеr rappers
No i do not play with any of you grimey little cappеrs
Uk, yeah, grimey like some dubstep
No skrillex, i mess with him but i'm not like it
Rateyourmusic user wanna give me head, it's a topster
My nuts hang low, nicki minaj, i'm a monster
All my haters on soundtrap and bandlab
These streaming royalties ain't nothing
Rest in piece to bandcamp
The money move itself now
Got too much autonomy
The money talkin' too much
Think the racks need a lobotomy
Committing arson on the government, no sign of me
All my haters got my nuts in mouth, can you get off of me
This is gas like nickelodeon in the 90s
I know the fbi, man, really tryna find me
Blood and guts reportin' on the mic like (?...) girl
Yeah, my verses tend to be a little long, no free (?...)
When i walk outside, i can smell the zaza
Wish that i was smokin' it lil bitch, i'm tryna hotbox
Matt ox, i'mma killer and a robber
I've been rollin' marijuana, you been rollin' pasta
Yeah, yeah, i get money abundantly
Do you understand that i get it so reluctantly
I'm with ya' baby mama and she wants to have some fun with me
But i stay faithful, she ain't gettin' any cum from me
Ganja in the paper, lick it, rollin' a spliff
You know we finish up blunts in the time of the nick
And now the pigs pullin' off, ain't no (?...)
But we still gotta bounce, come on
Lets go, we finna (?...)
Yeah, the blister on my thumb turned to ashes
From playin' my guitar to relapsin'
I'm not proud of who i became that far
I wish i was more honest, i like to tell it all
Shit
