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testers - s1 the realist lyrics

[chorus: k don]
made this phone beat off an eighth of testers
up and down all day like i’m doing stretches
told this kitty, “ten minutes”, now she’s getting restless
big t**th for this stick, fill it up with dentures
made this phone beat off, it ate for testers
up and down all day like i’m doing stretches
told this kitty, “ten minutes”, now she’s getting restless
big t**th for this stick, fill it up with dentures

[verse 1: s1 the realist]
they’re saying that they want exclusives
i make, more off crack than i do off music
i know it sounds stupid and repetitive
but the facts are we really do this
four nines are getting thrown in this pyrex
i’ve done a light bird, look how quick the time went
take— take weight on the arm like a bicep
they ask me if i shot work or i still fly pebs

[verse 2: busygettinlizzy]
yo, the fans want new music
i was tryna make a pound before i grew a pubic
i’m still busy making drinks like a bar in munich
i can’t get comfy in this gaff, there’s a 9 and two sticks
i’m on point for the boys in blue
take— take risks, my bros crash it like it’s bandicoot
every day i serve cats and make money moves
this kitty wants a ticket said, “no”, now he’s in a mood
[verse 3: kas]
trap— trap hard, done that sh*t from young
top shelf cali, i’ve got thousands in my lungs
remember days when the phone never rung
now i’ve seen more than you’ve ever seen in a month
i break pounds down, and bring the pounds in
they say they trap, but them guys just clowning
every day i make drinks like a fountain
i love the money, but it gets long counting

[verse 4: s1 the realist]
this flake needs whipping, this phone keeps kicking
givin’ out testers made the phone go silly
out early, up late, i don’t cut shakes, i cut flake
bricks wrapped in duct tape
cookin’ in this ‘rex tryna bring back a lambo
anywhere man go, gang go
you know these, luger sh*lls’ll slap a man out his sandals
blowing top shelf cali while i flip through these bankrolls
[verse 5: busygettinlizzy]
make this phone sting with a z of both
it ain’t frozen, grab the snow and then i let it go
1 o’clock he gets paid? i told him, “let me know”
half one comes he’s at the spot for the best of both
smoked a pipe, l!cked his dome, and then his jaw dropped
ten minutes later, belled back he wants more rock
i don’t want more clout, i just want more guap
think it’s squad anytime i hear my door knock

[verse 9: kas]
yo, all this work in the crib, keep the door locked
plenty of the k, but i think i need more tops
feds in the rear, bust my sim, delete my call log
bands too tight, how much twerks got torn up?
the spot’s like the ‘dam, how much p’s got vac*packed?
lost my line too many times, had to backtrack
come a long way from the bus doing pass*back
how much risk have i took for some fast cash?

- s1 the realist lyrics

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