LYRICS:
Hold on, wait, yeah
Femboy twinkie balls
Femboy twinkie balls
Femboy twinkie balls, 
Femboy twinkie balls
They fondle my, uh
They fondle my, uh
Yo, my name is DUBZ, SSWIFT
And I be on that slut, yeah
My grandma just ate my fries
Then I started, to cry
Weeping like a wussy
Went to a gay bar
And got me some man pussy
But I can't be too pushy
When I try to rail
Some cute Asian males
Every time I freakin' nail
Some hot girl
And i get some tail
I will stare off into the wall
Thinking 'bout those femboy twinkie balls
Yeah, femboy twinkie balls
Femboy twinkie balls
 femboy twinkie balls yeah
They fondle my, yeah
They fondle my, uh
they fondle my, uh
THEY FONDLE MY, UH
I like to fantasize
About railing Asian guys
I'd Cum inside their eyes
Rip thеm out to dry
Put thier eyes in rice
I go freakin' prone
For some Asian Femboy twinkiе dome
I get so crunk
That I slur my words
And I slur my slurs
Cannot word my freakin' words
I will never f*ggot a homophobic slur
Get it, like forget?
Okay, that was kinda bad
A homophobic slur
Need an Asian nerd
With a tight shirt
Please go buy merch
Uh, shameless plug
I would never use an Asian slur
But I still might use the word
I need an Asian poppy farmer
With zero twinks inside his armor
Since this song is so offensive
I just need to explain
That it's a social commentary
On the weirdly popular belief
That Asian men are somehow
Less masculine, yeah
Femboy Twinkie balls
Femboy Twinkie balls
Femboy Twinkie balls
They fondle my, uh
They fondle my, uh
They fondle my, uh
They fondle my, uh
Hold on, yeah, uh, yeah, uh yeah
prod. by yuzamei

FTB (prod. yuzamei.)

crash out pt. 2

Lyrics

Wake up every mornin', I got racks in my pocket
Keep makin' bands, I don't know if I'm stoppin'
Saw an opp walking down the block, got straight out to poppin'
Niggas should call me Slickback with the feels I be coppin' nigga
The opps lookin' evisceral
don't think you need a visual
but imagine You ain't pay King Von the bands that you really owe
Choppa hit this nigga, he on the ground, look like a Cheerio
said he went to heaven, but we all know where he really go
12 .357s went and hit him in the chest
bleedin' out on the ground
niggas know he already dead
Paramedics tryna save him, but they already know
But you already know
I spent 20 bands on Dior
Thought I switched up the beats, you 
know I kept the flow
Though I switched up my location I still out Rollin the 'dro

[beat switch]
Spinnin’ they block, yeah, we do it for fun
They talk on the net but they never gon’ come
Big .45, make a fuckboy run
Hollow tips hit him, he done, he done
All of my opps, they broke, they bums
Talk too much, put a hole in his lungs
Red dot beam, I ain’t missin’ for none
Whole block cryin’, they losin’ they sons

K-Block lackin’, they ain’t on shit
6-Block talkin’, get hit with a clip
Say my name, better watch your lips
’Cause we pull up quick and we empty the stick

Mask on tight when I slide in the whip
Big FN, got a kick when it spit
He duckin’ the smoke but he talk like he lit
’hop out, leave him slumped in a ditch

Ain’t no peace, we don’t do no truce
Step on they turf, leave shells as proof
Say he a stepper, but he got no juice
Spin one time, then we double it, too

(Nah nah, lemme go over to yo GIRL twin)


I fucked your bitch and now she's mine
And she was hella bad, I ain't even gon' lie
I know you're scared to say bye bye
But this is how life goes, am I right?
I know you didn't expected me to say this
But I took all of your damn fuckin' ladies
Got to they spot, and drove 'em in my Mercedes
This includin' Emma and Avis
You think you are him, but you'll be wrong
I know you and yo' bitches don't get along
So I took 'em to my crib, where they belong
He tryna be like me, start writin' some songs
There'll be one Lil Dedpi and that's me
Wanna forget 'bout his past, sippin' Hennessy
He doin' that 'cause of jealousy
'Don't really care 'cause he wrong mentally

crash out pt. 2

KrXno