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Pyroman (Ayy, Rvssian) Ye, bad b- and a mistress, know my main b- having misfits Lane-switch when I ride, it′s raining outside, I hope I don't hit s- I′m a time bomb, n-, tick-tick, Richard Mille, that's some rich s- F- a h- and you gon' tell the gang ′cause you a f- lame and that′s some b- s- Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan, know I'm the f- man, ain′t gotta tell it Pull up the Rolls Royce, that's a Cullinan I know it smell like weed but I don′t sell it But still get a pack in and I mail it, I be on trap s- with three tellies I bring a bad b- to the telly, she don't ask for the d-, then baby won′t get it Championship ring and I know what it bring Couple bottles, some w-, and she riding on me Don't like attention, I black out the windows then slide with extendos We riding lowkey N- be broke and plotting on me N- be fake so watch your homies I can't even lie, I′d rather be lonely in a whip with a b-, I watch her dome me Whip matte-black, ride with the cutter You let a n- done die with your brother B- ain′t s-, won't ride for another Now I ain′t s-, I lie, say I love her B- ain't s-, I lie and say I love her I can′t cut ties with the butter That leave you upset when you love 'em I say f- that, just gun ′em, down Bad b- and a mistress, know my main b- having misfits Lane-switch when I ride, it's raining outside, I hope I don't hit s- I′m a time bomb, n-, tick-tick, Richard Mille, that′s some rich s- F- a h- and you gon' tell the gang ′cause you a f- lame and that's some b- s- Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan, know I′m the f- man, ain't gotta tell it Pull up the Rolls Royce, that′s a Cullinan, I know it smell like w- but I don't sell it But still get a pack in and I mail it, I be on trap s- with three tellies I bring a bad b- to the telly, she don't ask for the d-, then baby won′t get it I don′t really sing, that's cap, I rap, but they say that I do so I tell ′em like f- it I take a bitch to McDonald's and tell her to get what she want And she better McLove it If she ask my name, I′ll tell her McLovin' I don′t make love, a n- be f- She don't suck d-, a n- won't bust She got on Michael Kors and I don′t trust I′ma be nasty, be disgusting Still ride with the gang-gang Free them boys out the chain gang They ain't lost s- but they still tryna maintain I′m a bad boy causing ruckus, uh, bro still tryna slang cane F- bad b-, get money, better know the game, mane Bad b- and a mistress, know my main b- having misfits Lane-switch when I ride, it's raining outside, I hope I don′t hit s- I'm a time bomb, n-, tick-tick, Richard Mille, that′s some rich s- F- a h- and you gon' tell the gang 'cause you a f- lame and that′s some b- s- Gucci denim, feel like Dapper Dan, know I′m the f- man, ain't gotta tell it Pull up the Rolls Royce, that′s a Cullinan I know it smell like weed but I don't sell it But still get a pack in and I mail it, I be on trap s- with three tellies I bring a bad b- to the telly, she don′t ask for the d-, then baby won't get it