GROUPCHAT ft. El Chingon Payaso, RandyCantStay, __Fcked_up__, hürd & SoPsyBands Lyrics

Yeah

Mic and the drum pad

Fit my studio in the backpack

I was that kid watching MatPat

Now I'm that kid in the top class

Now I got wine fill a tall glass

Money, love, passion, I got all that

Kicking the bucket you real mad

Watch what you say, I'll snap back

Swear on my life I made that

Sweet like the sauce on a Big Mac

They callin' me vicious the way that i ride in the stolo ridiculous

I know you feelin it

the way that you're movin'

You're vibin i'm killin it

I been the villain man

F13 that be the killer clan

We makin bands but way too many it don't fit inside our hands

Can't pass my mans

Lame in the past

Now you're telling us you're super badass?

Man that is cap

Homie been lieing, put it on his gang

He might not change but he tried either way

Out on the block Florence we bang

One, two, three shots to his brain

What can i say with my gang how we made

Bouncin on beats i make their body sway

Don't fuck wit fags what can I say

I get fucked up and then i'm feelin great

Bitch I always been on some dope shit

I get a bitch she start drinking the potion

She said am high like I'm fuckin floatin'?

I said I feel it too and I ain't even notice

This weed strong way more than potent

This lean make me use scopes bitch

I'm in party for hoes, I'm scopin

Don't even feel heart break was broken'

Yuh

Glocky you talking like boom

Fuck it we hop out the room

I got machines like a loom

You know that it shoots

I got a doobie I'm blowing like Uber I'm going I'm super insane

Like colors and numbers I'm fucked in the brain

Born by the river I'm born from the rain

You bought an eight through a dealer and I bought a train full of reefer

You sippin the Henny, no chaser

The shit that I'm drinking might put me in danger

I'm really a ranger

I'm silly with anger

I'm killing a stranger

I went to college insanity major

Serenade a bitch and make it double suicide

Do or die

If you really mine

I don't speak on dimes

Speak my mind

Automatic in a line

AR 1 n 5

223 you won't survive

Come through me you're gonna die

Hands in my pocket while lock-in the whip

Bands in the closet distribute to kids

Sellin the bud THC and acid

Maybe a script

Adderall cus I can't focus on shit

Every damn breathing I'm a be OK

Ay

Die inside my mind again

I'm rhyming like old times again

I'm tryna get up for the win

I'm lining up using precision

Kinda fucked up my decisions

I'm off my pills and medication

I'ma kill the president

Irrelevant

Everyone's a percent of something…

Coming in Freddy Krueger on the beat uh

Coming in and yo bitch she want my meat uh

Coming in bitch you know you been defeated Coming in and yo bitch she is leaving

Uh

Imma take her home I take her back into the crib

Uh

Imma fuck that bitch and put my dick up on her lips

She gone lick the tip yeah she swear she love my kids

Uh

You know we pop bottle cuz we getting fucking lit

Uh yeah

said we getting fucking lit

Uh yuh

I just might have to take yo bitch uh

They call me finesser just like Heffer in this bitch uh

Keep my Louie steppa never questioning this shit

Keep my Louie steppa never questioning the shit uh

I'm a lethal weapon I'm a kill his fucking bitch uh

She got indigestion cause she swallowed on my dick uh

She got indigestion cause she swallowed all my kids yuh

(The shits fucking fire)

(Yeah)

(Hold up)

(Hold up)

(Hold up)

(Aye, aye, aye)

I wake up in the morning, feeling fresher than this beat

Got immortals in this song, we can never be deceased

Said you're better, heh, yeah you make me fall out of my seat

With the Fcked_up style, you know ill never fail to kill the beat

I got diamonds in my teeth

Yeah, metaphorically

We got a group chat full of kings

Yeah

Everything for me

If I ask them for a song then you know they're gonna receive

It don't matter what the day is

Yeah, any day the week

Here's a second verse cause I'm feeling hella great

All these bitches come at me try to tell me that I'm fake

Yeah I came up my ego this the person I create

G.O.A.T yeah you know we staying great

I got a few more seconds on the clock

Yeah we're gonna count them down

I suggest you stay a mile

Yeah, cause we don't fuck around

If we tell you stay away, it's cause we don't fuck with clowns

Set the volume to excessive

We ain't gonna bring it down

Put acid in my mouth, this paper makes everything melt

Through the woven stitches making what we perceive as our realm

Stuck fixated in placements and making odd observations

Old love now placed in these bracelets

My own reflection seems heinous

Stuck on me

Slide to skeet

Suck this meat

I fuck for free

bring a lighter, start a fire, guess I should of warned you prior

I'm a freak, I'm a weirdo,

Fuck your problems, all im asking for is peace

Tell me if I'm too bad then its gonna make you wanna leave

Skrt in when I double bagged, It got me lastin'

feelin damn flaccid

Telling me where to go i ran past it

Not even elastic enough to retract this.

I'll break yo plate

Spill your lunch upon your face

Fucked up date

Think I fucked up the way I used to flow with hella grace.

I act so ridiculous like a damn kid it gets old pretty fast, my apologies

Nobody believes in me, guess i dont blame em,

for right now im making my music so solemnly.

Heart in me hardly breathes anymore its been suffocated.

Observing the fact that it keeps on breaking

The others around it it wanted to save its

Inducing psychotic behavior

Music is rated R, playing on my guitar

Drinkin the liquor hard, getting into the car

I don't drink and drive you see me sip and swerve

I'm tryna find the fastest route to get off this earth

(Hürd's mumbling)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Doing this shit feel bad, for real

On your lap, seeping in you

Got it from the mommas real

Only smoke, they got it, so I'm in hell

Got a girl, oh for real?

Got it on me, it bust down

Got some shit, I'm up now

Slut now

Where we at, like a year ago

Ballin' like this shit's pick and roll

Your girl ugly, but I fuck her tho

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Trap dance

I look menacing, I always want my bad gas

Fuckin' from the back, she from Baghdad

Twerkin' up on Snap where yo daddy