PUKE IT Video (MV)

Hey, yo, baby, baby
Hey, yo, baby, baby
You won't
F*ck you, ass, you're trouble, and now you're about to get your dinner

I ain't missing nothing
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Time to square up, bitch
You out here running your mouth, thinking you're hard

Your whole squad knows you a snitch
Ain't nothing but escape
Mack is your parent's sibling
Your bummy bitch made hit

You probably f*cked up
F*ck you, go f*ck yourself
Surround your Mack's lab circus
None of the hoes want your sloppy ass

Not even for a million dollars
Cash me outside
So you pump your will to work
To talk these shows

We've seen your search history
It's all f*cked up
Drizzle
You try and flex, bitch

Ignore the spec
We've seen through your whole fake guys
Fake it
Guy caught dribbling like a dead skunk

For a minute, and hot-ass gums walk raven ash at a clam rally
Ain't nobody f*cking with you, ass
Even the possums talk shit and laugh at you
No persona, no wife, no cat

At the trailer park, your daddy's your pet
And your mama's your height
Your height
Your breath stinks like a dead skunk

For a minute, and hot-ass gums walk raven ash at a clam rally
Ain't nobody f*cking with you, ass
Even the possums talk shit and laugh at you
I let your whole career clinger

Dead net, head missing teeth
Come at me, snaggle tooth
I dare ya
Do yourself a favor

Drive
Do yourself a favor
Trash, go crawl back under that
All talk, you call home

This is your king, T-Bone
Dropping knowledge on a bummy
Bow down, Yahoo, bitch
Peace out, thought you didn't

Your whole life been trashed like your mama's abortion
Now go blow your whole family
Alabama cousin, f*cker
Three thousand, not an integer

See me, I'm the illest out
Dropping lyrical bombs like Hiroshima 45
2.4 bands and counting
Still spitting these flames to utterly demolish ya

Can none of your rookies even come closer
Nah, I didn't think so
Bitch, peace out
Busting on your head top like a pimple

Leaving you popping like a zit
You're stuck up donkey dick sniffing shit
That's a wrap
Wet, pushing a fish in your noddle

Funf*ck is officially in the body bag
R.I.P
Shout out to all my real ones out there
Y'all know who runs shit

I'ma head out
But your boy T-Pose ain't on deck
F*ck with me if you're feeling lucky, boss
Gang, gang, bitch

Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace

That's a wrap
Wet, pushing a fish in your noddle
Funf*ck is officially in the body bag
R.I.P

Shout out to all my real ones out there
Y'all know who runs shit
I'ma head out
But your boy T-Pose ain't on deck

F*ck with me if you're feeling lucky, boss
Gang, gang, bitch
Peace
Peace

Peace