Beetleborgs Testo

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Testo Beetleborgs

(Bye Kyle)

(Brr) Thinkin' these nuts they'll do vasectomy (Brr, ah, boom)
Bucharest creepin', but I still smell the jealousy
100 percent you'll be givin' this 70
Uppin my weaponry, searchin' for enemies (Ayy, yo, Cordae where they at)
You can hear the red eye rumble like it's emptyin' me Johnson
Spent [?] sex, I was casually shoppin (Skrrt, skrrt)
Diamonds sweet too [?]
Fly as hell, ain't no gravity options
I just space in a Galaxy watchin' (Phew)
If you down, make a strategy plottin'
I don't do the trick shit, I'm happily walkin'
(Tryna ride this wifey, it get drunk, phew)
(Category 5)
(Tryna ride this wifey, it get drunk, phew)
(Category 5)

Yeah, ayy, tryna ride this wave, no category
Keep this Glock 19, no step story (Woo)
Call me Dex, how I stay in the laboratory
Shit, I'd rather get high, watch Rick and Morty
What the gang and the trap death niggatory
My dick harder than a test, bitch, take it for me
And I really got the juice, get naked for me
And if I can't make you, call me, better take it for me
Nevermind in the story I was just talkin' to my nigga
He be hangin' with gorillas and the [?] like Tarzan
Now, I be chillin' in the villa with some bitches havin' trilla
'Cause I'm known to spit the fire like Charmander
How I buy a new Ferrari if a car [?]
Just bought a new crib, bought a Tarzana
I'm the shit, I'm that nigga, I'm the commander
I'm the shit, lil' nigga, no propaganda

(Brr) He think he big and bad 'til gangy put some ass
Can slide down like some beetle boards
Cheese ain't got no diabetes, what you think the needles for?
When I smash the pedal and the hawk you hear smeegle sword
[?] got me booted like a car with a ticket
Lil' sweatin' tears goin' hard, start to the finish
Flyin' 'round I ain't even attached, Tony Stark on the mission
Moonrockin' the style go over to Mars if you hear it
Fuck a money counter, I can add it up like car comedians
One to one, I see some fake replicas, but it's hard to beat me
Mr. Pull Up Make It Boom (Boom), try not to start a [?]
Think yo' bitch a zombie, when I come around she start to eat me

(That bitch start to eat me, huh)
(Start to eat me, what?)
(Bitch, start to eat me)

Yeah, uh, I'm a bastard, the father time rates a long
But Mother Nature, when they see you doin' well for yourself
They love to hate you, I discover paper
Young brother covered the dozen acres
Catch me courtside watchin' the Clippers, I love the Lakers
[?] chasin', ego fragile like Anthony Davis
I smoke a blunt and wonder why y'all niggas champion races
I'm handsome and favorite, not to mention my [?] chubby
Really wish I met my idols, knew that Pac would've loved me
Stop sayin' lucky, manifest it young garden, the rugby
With the Pumas that match, I'm stackin' this lucrative cash
Add enough to check for times, I couldn't do good at math
Could be stressin' over life but I just choose to relax, motherfucker