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[Chorus: RDE Diff]
Get him gone (bop bop bop bop bop bop)
We did him wrong (ball, drop kick, boom)
Yeah, ooh we kicked him far (oh shit, god damn)
I think he was just at the bar
Cmon now, yeah he think he spitting bars
Cmon now, let’s go shoot at the park
Nah I said let’s do it tomorrow
That weed gun is what his shooters borrow
His shooters don’t shoot because they show sorrow
Swing my hair back like a rockstar (like a rockstar)
Fuck 12, I ain’t talking about a cop car (about a cop car)


[Verse 1: RDE Luhh Monsta]
How the fuck he come up missing? Like a pack we get it gone
Smoke his ass up in this blunt, this ain’t no loud, we call it strong
He got hit just like a baseball, ripped just like a bong
Swear my list for songs from Luhh Monsta, on my phone getting long
Smoking on this gas, I feel like I’m in space
I won’t talk behind your back, I’d rather spit up in your face
I ain’t smoking no street weed, no chances being laced
Cause that’s my life up on the line, you play with that I’ll catch a case


[Chorus: RDE Diff]
Get him gone (bop bop bop bop bop bop)
We did him wrong (ball, drop kick, boom)
Yeah, ooh we kicked him far (oh shit, god damn)
I think he was just at the bar
Cmon now, yeah he think he spitting bars
Cmon now, let’s go shoot at the park
Nah I said let’s do it tomorrow
That weed gun is what his shooters borrow
His shooters don’t shoot because they show sorrow
Swing my hair back like a rockstar (like a rockstar)
Fuck 12, I ain’t talking about a cop car (about a cop car)
[Verse 2: RDE Diff]
I got my beanie on, I still feel like a tweaker
When I come to your city, you know I am the speaker
Back in 6th grade I was tryna fuck up on the teacher
Pulled up, cut the headlights off, I think that was the reaper
How you say you standing on business but you really just a benchwarmer?
How you say you fucking bitches but you can’t even make the bitch horny
Bitch sit down, hoe get down
Hoe get out, about to be lost and found


[Chorus: RDE Diff]
Get him gone (bop bop bop bop bop bop)
We did him wrong (ball, drop kick, boom)
Yeah, ooh we kicked him far (oh shit, god damn)
I think he was just at the bar
Cmon now, yeah he think he spitting bars
Cmon now, let’s go shoot at the park
Nah I said let’s do it tomorrow
That weed gun is what his shooters borrow
His shooters don’t shoot because they show sorrow
Swing my hair back like a rockstar (like a rockstar)
Fuck 12, I ain’t talking about a cop car (about a cop car)