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SPF .45

by Mach-Hommy & Tha God Fahim

on Dollar menu 3 (2017)

[Hook: Kanye West]
Having a fear of being a dope for once, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh
Having a fear of being a dope for once, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh
Cause I-

[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]
Yo
I got that blue S&W SPS, spin you like S&S hop out that bush and discover you
Like the bible, if any man lie with a woman in her flowers got to bushmaster rifle you like Fissel
Let you tell it, ferret
Somewhere out there
Beneath the pale moon like cowards, is extra jealous, parable
Coppertone on your nose like a beach bum, surfs up! Down and low
Lock and load with repeat drums, surplus
My gun speaks Spanish nigga
[?]
Don't shit your pamper nigga
Depends on the answer when I ask for ransom nigga
Nigga burn you like [?] nigga
Virginia Slim, 22 long members in the timbs
I been the grinch, all you do all year is sit and bitch
I get an itch
Scratch it quick, mags off then throw the mac off a cliff
Task force and go to bath with a bitch
Rap snitch g'nitch

[Hook: Kanye West]
Having a fear of being a dope for once
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh
Having a fear of being a dope for once, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
Yo, check it
Tell em somethin' like this
Hammers is cocked diesel
The .50cal expression from the eagle, leave you cripple like Smeagle
My alter ego is the devil himself
P.O. box 3 7's, the trail blazer full of mac 12s
I'm on a self-destructive path, sins on a Sunday on Ops blocks
I'm blasting like it's a fun day, it's gunplay
Innocent bystanders look one straight, ghost town
Havoc, after and even before the sundown
My pronouns, is all targets
Enemies my stepping stones on the carpet
I put your style underneath the armpit
I been surviving the terror in this gauntlet
Too many friends where I'm from is toxic

[Hook: Kanye West]
Having a fear of being a dope for once, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh
Having a fear of being a dope for once, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh
Hop out the car run in the store for blunts, uh