lirik lagu 4bom - john shedletsky #based freestyle

[intro: 4bom]
yo real based sh~t, you already know what it is, kentucky fried records
uh
john shedletski, yeah, based freestyle
you already know
free palestine
free bobby shmurda, free tay~k
trap~a~holics mixtapes
free max b, free nba youngboy
free lil durk, free melly
free fetty wap, free pooh shiesty
d~mn son, where’d you find this?
this is a certified hood classic

[verse 1: 4bom]
real based sh~t and you know this sh~t get crazy b~tch
imma blow your house up, my dad work for the navy b~tch (navy b~tch)
pants saggin so low, this sh~t look like the 80’s hit (80’s hit)
swag so hard, it like crack in the 80’s b~tch (80’s b~tch)
ruler of the underworld, i’m trappin’ just like hades did (hades did)
used to be so broke until my money did 180 b~tch (180 b~tch)
they bannеd me off the ‘gram becausе i’m doing too much crazy sh~t (crazy sh~t)
your man caught some pedo charges, i know he do some crazy sh~t (crazy sh~t)
b~tch you know i’m the master of them bricks, john shedletsky (swag)
yo b~tch at my crib, she suck my d~ck with her bestie (bestie)
ambidextrous stick, b~tch i’m shooting with my leftie (with my leftie)
pulled up to the trap, i made a nice bowl of spaghetti (spaghetti)
b~tch you know my music sh~t gon blow, like confetti (confetti)
got pulled over in my car with 20 pounds of fetty (f~ck)
when my sh~t be hittin’ the streets, it hit ‘em like a chevy (swag)
i’m finna f~ck this b~tch and wipe her down, if she let me (f~ck)
swag on a hundred, b~tch i’m breaking all the records (records)
b~tch i never paid attention in class, f~ck the lectures (f~ck)
your b~tch left you ‘cause she know that i’m just f~cking better
too much f~cking swag, i’m hitting sh~t like scottie sheffler (bam)
f~ck them dating apps, last time i did it i got cat phished (f~ck)
roll the window down for the cops, smell like cat p~ss (f~ck)
you know my pockets be so heavy, like a fat b~tch (fat b~tch)
unlimited methods in my mega that’s a fat l!ck (fat l!ck)
[verse 2: tys0n & 4bom]
hundred percent lego batman, fat b~tches please hit me up
don’t drink lean, i gotta p~ss clean, pedialyte in my double cup
serious about the fat b~tches, your weight need to double up
told my nco to k!ll himself, got me in the push up
you ain’t join the army, you in the air force like a f~ggot
b~tches on my d~ck, ‘cause you know that i be swaggin’
threw my gas mask on, ‘cause you know that sh~t be nasty
it’s a new one every night, on the couch, castin’
i’m cravin’ brain b~tch, buh, i’m a zombie
you ain’t got no drip, your momma dressed you abercrombie
she was all up on my sh~t, my sh~t hang like a donkey
my drawls hit the floor, and my ass was h~lla swampy
neon, babytron, we got andy milonakis
p~ssy gettin’ technician, now you can call me linus
parallel park in the shower, you need a license
beefing with this r~t~rd and you know his name is finest

[verse 3: nol4n]
i’m so based, and you know i can not speak proper (proper)
smoking so much d~mn weed, i need a detox (detox)
i need so much head that her knees lock (lock)
i got so much money, now i see my opps trap~a~holics mixtapes
look at my d~ck, b~tch you see three b~tches
call me druski b~tch, ‘cause i stand on business (stand on business)
sippin’ wock, and i pour up in a faygo (faygo)
i asked a fine shyt, i’m like “how you’re day go?” (go)
i don’t give a f~ck ‘bout a answer, i’m tryna hop in it (hop in it)
i don’t give a f~ck about his day, imma k!ll him, just like cancer
after that, i text his b~tch then i don’t give a answer
baby that boy like a pamper
me and your b~tch get it nasty
[verse 4: cloud soulja]
your b~tch slip you quick, ‘cause you wasn’t with the sh~t maybach music
(what the f~ck?)
i came in lookin’ sick, but i came in with a bl!ck (oh my god)
a bad b~tch just told me she really want the d~ck (sh~t)
i took her to the room, then she went and hit the splits (sh~t)
oh, sh~t, you really are a b~tch (d~mn)
shoutout chief keef, yeah i don’t like that sh~t (woo)
b~tch, pull up with a blade, not a stick (f~ck)
molly bump your ass b~tch, and molly got me sl!ck (yeah, yeah)
b~b~bounce up on a b~tch, yeah i went and hit the quan (yeah, yeah)
no one understanding the sh~t that i’m on (huh, uh)
i’m gone, rolling in a ‘rari feeling strong (huh, uh)
uh, i came in with some missiles and some bombs (and some bombs)
uh, this head, yeah i f~ck her glasses off (what the f~ck)
got her next to me, and she suck me on her lawn (d~mn)
uh, tryna get that green, hit that bumbum, uh (sh~t)
tryna hit the scene, i’ll put you on

this sh~t is trap music, b~tch
listen to this track, b~tch

[bridge: jai]
yeah, you already know what it is
yeah this that kfr classic
jai, vt x kfr you know what it is
i’m ‘bout high as f~ck, i don’t care
trap~a~holics mixtapes
shoutout lil b
free luigi
long live castro
you know what it is
trap~a~holics, real trap sh~t
[verse 5: jai]
b~tch i’m young and brown and i’m fat, but i’m still hot (swag)
60 b~tches on my d~ck, cause they know i stay hard (yup)
based sh~t every day, you know i’m reppin’ b~tch mob (b~tch mob)
shouts out to lil b, thank you basedgod (basedgod)
b~tches on my d~ck, ‘cause i’m andy milonakis (andy)
b~tches on my d~ck, ‘cause i’m loud and i’m obnoxious
swaggin’ so hard i think i need a doctor (what?)
your b~tch made my d~ck hurt, i think i need a doctor (owww)
all these blue bands, look like a f~cking jazz concert (money)
i promote these drugs so much, i think i should get sponsored (facts)
wake up in the morning, straight to scamming, i got no time (none)
your b~tch she a demon, suck my s~m~n ‘till her nose cry (what?)
okay you f~cked that b~tch, i did it first, i’m just like soulja boy (youuuu)
why you talkin’ crazy ‘bout me, you know i don’t know you boy (huh?)
i just said wassup to you, that don’t mean that we’re homies boy (facts)
kfr the f~cking movement, this sh~t going global boy (global!)

[verse 6: eazyshot]
young white man, b~tch i’m ignorant as f~ck
i don’t really give a d~mn, hoppin out the tesla truck
you don’t ever f~cking win, you don’t ever get no dubs
first time she let me hit on her period, i was boning the blood
i was boning that sh~t
i was born with the rick, i was born to throw up on a [?]
i swear to f~cking god, imma go up on a bender if i get another like from a fat b~tch on tinder
b~tch i’m swagged out, b~tch i’m swagged out
add a motherf~cking [?] on to the trap house, yeah
just to let you p~ssy boys have a chance at rolling
yeah i love me black hoes, but not candace owens
what the f~ck you say hoe? better f~cking lay low
boutta take out the whole village like i’m kratos
b~tch i’m pistol times table, you a f~cking turntable
b~tch i’m making b~tches wanna know why it’s fatal

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