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oomfriestyle - awesome sauce llc & quirky sibkid lyrics

[chorus]
i’m a grapist; i shot in his f*ckass (shot)
bulletstorm on my opps, check the forecasts
ride through the hood, got my music on full blast
chop on my lap, up and blow like brass
softblock my opp, ain’t know who he follow (block)
never miss a shot, you know my tip hollow
my bars are straight heat, i spit, i don’t swallow
i’m semi, i keep my gun on automatic
bro turned a snitch, my oomf problematic
had to buy clout ’cause your follow count static (ratio)
shot in your face, 100 round spermatic
my gun gotta shoot like a leaky pp
h*rny moot ahhs, whole feed freaky*deaky
scream for his mummy, he get wrapped like tp
this metal i’m totin’ gon’ leave him ‘eepy

[verse]
hand on my bl!cky, trigger warning
shot down his oomf, now that whigger mourning
freaky ahh moots, they ass always p*rning
f*ck off my feed, tf’s the new norming?
one millimeter cause a microaggression
unalivе his fam, now he learned his lеsson (ouch)
bruh i thought i k!lled you, get the flip out my mentions
boutta cancel bro now that i got the confession
finna smoke him like an ashtray
going woke on a bloke, /j (am i allowed to say that?)
scroll through my feed at a fast rate
retweet some corn, knew yo’ ass gay
interactions get me fat pay
yo’ music sh*t like a cr*p stain
cap rap, i know that your trap fake
your lyrics so trash, you’d think that it’s fanmade
ninety*nine flags but white ain’t one of ’em
just wanna be moots, what’re you runnin’ from?
lead in your t**th, i bet that it’s yummy
oh freak, that was slay, i’m going dummy
[interlude]
(ouch)
so close, almost hit him in a drive*by!
i can’t with my opps they so sh*tty, like bye
(go, go, go)
it’s giving bullets

[chorus]
i’m a grapist; i shot in his f*ckass
bulletstorm on my opps, check the forecasts
ride through the hood, got my music on full blast
chop on my lap, up and blow like brass
softblock my opp, ain’t know who he follow
never miss a shot, you know my tip hollow
my bars are straight heat, i spit, i don’t swallow
i’m semi, i keep my gun on automatic!
bro turned a snitch, my oomf problematic
had to buy clout ’cause your follow count static
shot in your face, 100 round spermatic
my gun gotta shoot like a leaky pp
h*rny moot ahhs, whole feed freaky*deaky
scream for his mummy, he get wrapped like tp
this metal i’m totin’ gon’ leave him ‘eepy

[outro]
ts beat is so ate, like it ain’ e’en ahh
this bro just called awesome sauce the freaking cooked

- awesome sauce llc quirky sibkid lyrics

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