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[Intro: SpongeNig]
Pass me the baking soda
Give me that spoon too

[Verse 1: Rockhardtpat & SpongeNig]
I'm the highest in the room with Travis Scott kicks
You know it's big Pat and Sponge, we keepin' chopsticks
You remember that one cust-y with the one eye? Ye-ye
[?] he was buyin' crack again
And his ass started to get tough so we had to shoot his ass
Had to pop his ass
I got 2050 Draco's, I got blue strips
Put this barrel on my rifle, see these choppas long as pool sticks
Neiman Marcus, dropped a bag, we showin' cool kicks
Back in school I was sellin' crack to all the cool kids
This shit get scary
Huh, turn his body to a genocide
See this my trick, twenty MacBooks and a PS5
I'm a zombie off these Percs, fuck you mean he's alive

[Bridge: SpongeNig]
Know you ain't really used to it but
Ain't no use to it
[Verse 2: SpongeNig]
I'm the biggest sponge, I'm not just a sea creature
Got a boat-load of Tris', I got fifty-three liters
Make her wear her [?], fishes can't see her
He'll put him on a pan, yeah, these fishes get seared
Yeah, hold on, yeah these fishes get grilled
Caught him stealin' at my party, yeah and I thought he was chill
Now I gotta knock you off, I meant that shit for real
Throw him off the fucking balcony so he never tells
Took her out for dinner, killed that pussy, that was the last meal
[?] for hours, shit, I'm walkin' that ho down the hill
He broke as hell, yo' name don't even ring no bells
Lots of money then it multiplied just like some cells
Diggin' so deep down inside that I'm inner world
We gettin' trucks, get the racks, this n***a just failed
Light yo' ass with the water, yeah, I got me a big pay
Slap yo' back in half with the act, that boy was just frail

[Bridge: SpongeNig]
Ah, shit

[Verse 3: Rockhardtpat]
Big Drac', extended clip, why it got 30 in it? Huh
Askin' why my cup black, it's somethin' dirty in it (Headtap), huh
Hunnid K behind this game because we heard he in it
Ye-ye, head tap, ye-ye, head tap, ye-ye
Richest rapper from my city, yeah it's my city (Ye)
Here Sponge, Squig and Pat, 'fore I was down I was comin' G'
I put fifty on my wrist, could've got some realestate
Seven hundred for my lunch, need a loft for the steak
I was runnin' from the feds, all I heard was sirens
If I catch him with his friends we gon' up the violence
Gotta catch him on his livestream, turn his chat to silence
Back in school you was a nerd playin' on a violin
We not carin' what you heard, just know where you bring the pounds in
In LA, pick some pills, caught them by the thousand
Counterfeit AR-22's, we give Puffs a clowning
Ye-ye, huh, ye-ye, huh
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