Passing presidentials
Hit you right in your temple
Leave you bleeding like a menstrual
Keeping the tempo
Making the time go
Moving in slo-mo
F*ck it imma go
So f*cking soft
Cause these other rappers
Supposedly hard
And it's getting old
Out the door with a dime
While she hold my coat
Another night on my mind
Only you would know
Post a pic not a crime
Only we can show
Whatever the f*ck we want
Brodie bro
Come enjoy the show
Take a seat or no
Simping with the pros
Take a trip and grow
LSD and ganja trees
Smoking weed and letting lucy speak
Fookboi
He's like a book to read
Now rewind this shit
And hear me speak
LSD and ganja trees
Smoking weed and letting lucy speak
Fookboi
He's like a book to read
Now rewind this shit
No wait can i go back one more time
Oh yeah it's my song
F*ck it
Passing presidentials
Hit you right in your temple
Leave you bleeding like a menstrual
Keeping the tempo
Making the time go
Moving in slo-mo
F*ck it imma go
Anticipation for the end of nations
Tryna show my momma
I could be the illest in the nation
Come home faceless
Frying like i'm f*cking bacon
Roll a zigzag to bring it back to basics
Living water and an eighth of greatness
Now it's time for deezy summers
To rip your f*cking faces
Yeah we came up in this bitch
Yeah them bitches bout to get loose with it
With them chains
And we taking over
Nothing to do with it
Yeah Yeah i been true with it
Yeah Yeah you lose with it
Fook that's gang gang
Ain't nothing else they could prove with it
I been on it
Everybody yeah i been honest
Man look at me
Man i been going all up in the comments
I see them haters
Always talking shit all up in the comments
Ain't nothing else you could do to me
Homie i been on it
Deezy got it
You could never f*ck with that
Look at me i'm getting this
Game Game
Like a running back
Hold up
Let me tell that motherf*cker
Go run it back
I been honest
I ain't stopping
Till i get the stacks
Fook that's gang gang
They know the name name
I ain't never really tripping
Repping that lang lang
You know the name name
I'm on that same thing
Off the top of the head
You know that shit brain aye
Fookboiwun - Anticipation (feat. Deezy Summers) Lyrics
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Passing presidentials
Hit you right in your temple
Leave you bleeding like a menstrual
Keeping the tempo
Making the time go
Moving in slo-mo
F*ck it imma go
So f*cking soft
Cause these other rappers
Supposedly hard
And it's getting old
Out the door with a dime
While she hold my coat
Another night on my mind
Only you would know
Post a pic not a crime
Only we can show
Whatever the f*ck we want
Brodie bro
Come enjoy the show
Take a seat or no
Simping with the pros
Take a trip and grow
LSD and ganja trees
Smoking weed and letting lucy speak
Fookboi
He's like a book to read
Now rewind this shit
And hear me speak
LSD and ganja trees
Smoking weed and letting lucy speak
Fookboi
He's like a book to read
Now rewind this shit
No wait can i go back one more time
Oh yeah it's my song
F*ck it
Passing presidentials
Hit you right in your temple
Leave you bleeding like a menstrual
Keeping the tempo
Making the time go
Moving in slo-mo
F*ck it imma go
Anticipation for the end of nations
Tryna show my momma
I could be the illest in the nation
Come home faceless
Frying like i'm f*cking bacon
Roll a zigzag to bring it back to basics
Living water and an eighth of greatness
Now it's time for deezy summers
To rip your f*cking faces
Yeah we came up in this bitch
Yeah them bitches bout to get loose with it
With them chains
And we taking over
Nothing to do with it
Yeah Yeah i been true with it
Yeah Yeah you lose with it
Fook that's gang gang
Ain't nothing else they could prove with it
I been on it
Everybody yeah i been honest
Man look at me
Man i been going all up in the comments
I see them haters
Always talking shit all up in the comments
Ain't nothing else you could do to me
Homie i been on it
Deezy got it
You could never f*ck with that
Look at me i'm getting this
Game Game
Like a running back
Hold up
Let me tell that motherf*cker
Go run it back
I been honest
I ain't stopping
Till i get the stacks
Fook that's gang gang
They know the name name
I ain't never really tripping
Repping that lang lang
You know the name name
I'm on that same thing
Off the top of the head
You know that shit brain aye
Hit you right in your temple
Leave you bleeding like a menstrual
Keeping the tempo
Making the time go
Moving in slo-mo
F*ck it imma go
So f*cking soft
Cause these other rappers
Supposedly hard
And it's getting old
Out the door with a dime
While she hold my coat
Another night on my mind
Only you would know
Post a pic not a crime
Only we can show
Whatever the f*ck we want
Brodie bro
Come enjoy the show
Take a seat or no
Simping with the pros
Take a trip and grow
LSD and ganja trees
Smoking weed and letting lucy speak
Fookboi
He's like a book to read
Now rewind this shit
And hear me speak
LSD and ganja trees
Smoking weed and letting lucy speak
Fookboi
He's like a book to read
Now rewind this shit
No wait can i go back one more time
Oh yeah it's my song
F*ck it
Passing presidentials
Hit you right in your temple
Leave you bleeding like a menstrual
Keeping the tempo
Making the time go
Moving in slo-mo
F*ck it imma go
Anticipation for the end of nations
Tryna show my momma
I could be the illest in the nation
Come home faceless
Frying like i'm f*cking bacon
Roll a zigzag to bring it back to basics
Living water and an eighth of greatness
Now it's time for deezy summers
To rip your f*cking faces
Yeah we came up in this bitch
Yeah them bitches bout to get loose with it
With them chains
And we taking over
Nothing to do with it
Yeah Yeah i been true with it
Yeah Yeah you lose with it
Fook that's gang gang
Ain't nothing else they could prove with it
I been on it
Everybody yeah i been honest
Man look at me
Man i been going all up in the comments
I see them haters
Always talking shit all up in the comments
Ain't nothing else you could do to me
Homie i been on it
Deezy got it
You could never f*ck with that
Look at me i'm getting this
Game Game
Like a running back
Hold up
Let me tell that motherf*cker
Go run it back
I been honest
I ain't stopping
Till i get the stacks
Fook that's gang gang
They know the name name
I ain't never really tripping
Repping that lang lang
You know the name name
I'm on that same thing
Off the top of the head
You know that shit brain aye
Writer: adrian romo
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