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[Verse 1: Karm The Tool]
I'm not doing my job
All my sons and my daughters, I thought you would listen
D-D-D-Daddy's making a call, y'all obnoxious as fuck
You don't need my attention
Niggas hitting me up
Give a fuck what you want, I don't need your opinion
I put teeth in my blunt
When I walk in this bitch
I do it with precision

[Verse 2: Karm The Tool]
The boots that I kick in
Reject the foot that don't fit in
Eye hurts when I text the bitches
I start to sense an addiction

I can't get caught slipping
He bitch I just put the tip in
She likes when we get sadistic
I guess we’re just a statistic

[Verse 3: Karm The Tool & Yung Skayda]
Jump up in the pit, finna get my lip split
Drunk as a bitch boy talk gibberish
Back to the crib, finna get my dick licked
Shawty touching on me 'cause she think I'm ticklish
I guess I'm ticklish
A-A-Ah
I'mma get her shirt
You get her pants off
Think we in a fight
The way that we fuck
Fucked all night
No time to make love

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[Chorus: Karm The Tool & Yung Skayda]
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[Verse 4: Yung Skayda]
Jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump around

Can we bounce in the motherfucking house?
He a clown
Make a sound
Beat him down
Get beat just for being too loud

Boy step back
I’ll have a reaction
If you refusing to back up
Might be incentive to act up
You get smashed up
Too much bad luck

Shawty turn around, I want some ass shots
I don’t sip, I only got a red dot
With his girl, I tend to make her bedrock
Try to stop me, you could get your head stomped

I done warned you that I get too ill
When I turn up I get lit to kill
Shawty know how I live, it’s real
Say what I want and fuck how you feel

[Verse 5: Yung Skayda]
'Sup
I’m a cancer
Well I’m a cunt
Are you a dancer?
I’m a slut
Gimme an answer
You tryna fuck?
I want a good boy
(I want a mutt)

She said wassup
I’m a cancer
Well I’m a cunt
Are you a dancer?
I’m a slut
Gimme an answer
You tryna fuck?
I want a good boy
I want a mutt

[Chorus: Karm The Tool]
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