Bikini Bottom

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I got asthma, fool!

My asthma bad, man. No, no, no, do it, do the last time, no for real though.

-That last time, that last time. -Oh, shit!

That's my inhaler right there on the set, and we been patiently waiting to blow.

Yeah, look. Catch me sniffing on keys, blow my shit back. Yeah, what?

On the gang, I'm the one who give that lame ass poor a shit bang. Yeah, on the gang.

Where -you from? Where you hang at? Yeah. -Subzero mode.

Yeah, on the gang, four-four.

And have you ever been in county jail and heard yourself on the radio?

Ever been embarrassed, you grew up living in mobile homes? I grew up in poverty, in and out of them group homes.

Badass kid, I hung around with a bad bunch. I remember packing a bag of weed in my sack lunch.

Better back up, 'cause in my neighborhood, said I'm strapped up.

Act up, call your boyfriend down before we slap cuz.

I was paranoid in the pit when I had to stab him. Malcolm in the Middle, I'ma kill him with the passion.

I'm always in the middle, in the G ride when I'm blasting.

Pretty boy ass fool with a pistol and a bad bitch. Crack a bitch on IG and break her heart with a passion.

Sailor on white tee, Chuck Taylors on sack.

Said that I'm her favorite rapper, how the fuck that happen? It's Thug Life, through a nine, in Bikini Bottom.

Every once in a while, I try to be a better father.

And if you wanna be my bitch, I'll buy you red bottoms. And if this shit hit the fan, then I'll go back to the bottom.

Is you gon' be there for me, girl, and help me fix my problems?

And if you ever see me in the hood, there ain't no squabbling. Thirty-one flavors in that thing like if

I'm Baskin-Robbins. I keep thirty rounds in the clip and keep one in the noggin.

-Subzero mode, on the gang.

-And have you ever been in county jail and heard yourself on the radio?

Ever been embarrassed, you grew up living in mobile homes? I grew up in poverty, in and out of them group homes.

Badass kid, I hung around with a bad bunch. I remember packing a bag of weed in my sack lunch.

Better back up, 'cause in my neighborhood, said I'm strapped up.

Act up, call your boyfriend down before we slap cuz.

I was paranoid in the pit when I had to stab -him.

-Ayy, niggas auditioning for a sentence or a death wish. I just bought Tina some titties and a new necklace.

Business is business, I'm scratching Travis off the checklist.

Newport money, I love to smoke, we can set trip, bet it all. Plug a breeder, got the best dog.

I like to rally up my eater like it's pep talk, Brett Favre. I can quarterback the guards.

You ever been in the county and heard your song on collect calls, nigga?

You ain't as hard as you say you is, nigga. Shoot the cars that the babies in, nigga. I know

Charisma, I know Wavy, nigga. I know lefty gun play without aiming, nigga. RJ!

And have you ever been in county jail and heard yourself on the radio?

Ever been embarrassed, you grew up living in mobile homes?

I grew up in poverty, in and out of them group homes. Badass kid, I hung around with a bad bunch.

I remember packing a bag of weed in my sack lunch.

Better back up, 'cause in my neighborhood, said I'm strapped up. Act up, call your boyfriend down before we slap cuz.

I was paranoid in the pit when I had to stab him.

Have you ever been in county jail and heard yourself on the radio?

Ever been embarrassed, you grew up living in mobile homes? I grew up in poverty, in and out of them group homes.

Badass kid, I hung around with a bad bunch.

With a bad bunch, with a bad bunch, with a bad bunch. . .