Lyrics -



Listen to my words, know I only speak the truth. Witch Klique party got these bitches Smokin boof and I run up in your crib like a fairy lost your tooth. The witch Klique go so hard we blowing off the roof, and I cast a spell on you. You’ll never have a clue. Money sticking to my fingers, like they covered in that glue. And I’m making all these hits don’t even got a Stu. And I’m so fucking rare don’t compare me to you. Jesters talking to me and they tell me that I’m great. Don’t think to hard never mind the fucking hate. And I’m  smoking all these grams never smoking out that shake. Gettin so fucking rich take your bitch out to steak. 

Don’t know me, bitch I’m rare. Hitting up my phone but I don’t fucking care. One with the trees breathing Fresh air, catch me in the forest I’m hiding in my lair. Don’t know me come down the stairs hit you with a Glock now you missing your hair. Smoking good gas, smoking green pear. Don’t ask me because bitch I don’t share. Running from the cops 100 on the dash. Looking at my watch say 333. Jesters with me always fuckin there. Always on the block they always in the air. Talking to the jesters talking to the angels. One with the Klique because are souls entangled. So protected I can’t be strangled, walk in the bar and I feel like Rango. 

BBY TORSO -

witch k in the back
lemme hit it from tha back
i dont want yr snap
lemme hit it from the back

do i look scary
do i taste like cherries
do u hate me
do u wanna date me

Do I look scary… {ft BbyTorso} {RANGO}

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