Aye you
Step back bro, six feet
Gloves on
C'mon man no hugs, no dap
It's all good dude, just wave
Yea, no love lost
Oh, how quick we go
Spend that cash
Run that dough
Oh how quick we go
Spend that cash
Run that dough
Aye you
Step back
Six feet
Gloves on
No hugs
No dap
Just wave
No love lost
Got The populous afraid in the metropolis
Guess it all just depends on who you talking with
I don't want to but I have to
Contaminate the mic, clear my esophagus
Might a lost my job but I'm still profiting
Halloween in the middle of March, got em...
Wearing masks while they pushing a cart, got em...
Cleaning hands fore they get in the car
Wearing gloves while they hugging you hard
Upset got em holding they breath
Everything and everybody a threat, what's next
Halloween in the middle of March, got em...
Wearing masks while they pushing a cart, got em...
Cleaning hand fore they get in the car
Wearing gloves while they hugging you hard, listen
2020 about to pop off quick
Switch, 2020 looking kind of sick
All the sudden scared as f*ck and don't know what to do with nothing
Hyperventilating in the store when someone touch a muffin
Quarantined the family, afraid to kiss and hug them
Passing up that ass at night like you afraid to touch the muffin
Really?
Ain't nobody touching nothing
Looking like we up to something
They ain't even have to cuff em
Shut the gram, quit the fronting
I just grab a mic and f*cking burn it like it touched an oven
I can hear it knocking now
History is clear & loud
We can lose a generation generating fear & doubt
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck
Theme of the century
It's elementary
These enemies eliminate the empathy
They emulate and minimize the memory of simulating sympathy
So now the only way to medicate is a dispensary
I don't want to but I have to
Contaminate the mic, clear my esophagus
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English
Aye you
Step back bro, six feet
Gloves on
C'mon man no hugs, no dap
It's all good dude, just wave
Yea, no love lost
Oh, how quick we go
Spend that cash
Run that dough
Oh how quick we go
Spend that cash
Run that dough
Aye you
Step back
Six feet
Gloves on
No hugs
No dap
Just wave
No love lost
Got The populous afraid in the metropolis
Guess it all just depends on who you talking with
I don't want to but I have to
Contaminate the mic, clear my esophagus
Might a lost my job but I'm still profiting
Halloween in the middle of March, got em...
Wearing masks while they pushing a cart, got em...
Cleaning hands fore they get in the car
Wearing gloves while they hugging you hard
Upset got em holding they breath
Everything and everybody a threat, what's next
Halloween in the middle of March, got em...
Wearing masks while they pushing a cart, got em...
Cleaning hand fore they get in the car
Wearing gloves while they hugging you hard, listen
2020 about to pop off quick
Switch, 2020 looking kind of sick
All the sudden scared as f*ck and don't know what to do with nothing
Hyperventilating in the store when someone touch a muffin
Quarantined the family, afraid to kiss and hug them
Passing up that ass at night like you afraid to touch the muffin
Really?
Ain't nobody touching nothing
Looking like we up to something
They ain't even have to cuff em
Shut the gram, quit the fronting
I just grab a mic and f*cking burn it like it touched an oven
I can hear it knocking now
History is clear & loud
We can lose a generation generating fear & doubt
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck
Theme of the century
It's elementary
These enemies eliminate the empathy
They emulate and minimize the memory of simulating sympathy
So now the only way to medicate is a dispensary
I don't want to but I have to
Contaminate the mic, clear my esophagus
Step back bro, six feet
Gloves on
C'mon man no hugs, no dap
It's all good dude, just wave
Yea, no love lost
Oh, how quick we go
Spend that cash
Run that dough
Oh how quick we go
Spend that cash
Run that dough
Aye you
Step back
Six feet
Gloves on
No hugs
No dap
Just wave
No love lost
Got The populous afraid in the metropolis
Guess it all just depends on who you talking with
I don't want to but I have to
Contaminate the mic, clear my esophagus
Might a lost my job but I'm still profiting
Halloween in the middle of March, got em...
Wearing masks while they pushing a cart, got em...
Cleaning hands fore they get in the car
Wearing gloves while they hugging you hard
Upset got em holding they breath
Everything and everybody a threat, what's next
Halloween in the middle of March, got em...
Wearing masks while they pushing a cart, got em...
Cleaning hand fore they get in the car
Wearing gloves while they hugging you hard, listen
2020 about to pop off quick
Switch, 2020 looking kind of sick
All the sudden scared as f*ck and don't know what to do with nothing
Hyperventilating in the store when someone touch a muffin
Quarantined the family, afraid to kiss and hug them
Passing up that ass at night like you afraid to touch the muffin
Really?
Ain't nobody touching nothing
Looking like we up to something
They ain't even have to cuff em
Shut the gram, quit the fronting
I just grab a mic and f*cking burn it like it touched an oven
I can hear it knocking now
History is clear & loud
We can lose a generation generating fear & doubt
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck
Theme of the century
It's elementary
These enemies eliminate the empathy
They emulate and minimize the memory of simulating sympathy
So now the only way to medicate is a dispensary
I don't want to but I have to
Contaminate the mic, clear my esophagus
Writer: Gabriel Nunez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid