Star Spangled Banger
Lil Acne Cream
GENRE [Intro: Lil Acne Cream]
Lil Acne Cream (Young Rock on that beat bitch)
[Verse 1: Lil Acne Cream]
I do not care what the police say, I'm still finna get on tor browser
Hit world market and get me some fullz and a dump (A dump)
I got some cocaine off of the darkweb and I gave some to yo bitch
She went out in public and snorted a couple of bumps
The way that I'm counting this money I'm making off swiping
I'm not even counting racks no more, this shit come in lumps
Lil Acne Cream, Lil Acne Cream, Lil Acne Cream, Lil Acne Cream (Lil Acne Cream)
If you be fucking with Lil Acne Cream then I'm finna hit you with thะต hacker team (Oh hell nah)
I got my Trojan horsะตs on your computer
I'm finna DDoS you offline and then pull up with shooters
Bitches be broke and mad cause they ain't making no money, they working at Hooters (Ew, uh oh)
[Verse 2: Austin Isaacs & ๐๐ช๐ญ ๐๐ค๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ]
My name ain't Liberty, but I am a lady
You girls throw sticks, what I throw is shady
A win for the team, like my name was Tom Brady
But even in your dreams, I'm on fire like Hades
In the back of the Bach, you girls stay on crack
But I'm running like track, couldn't even keep track
On your daddy, on his lap
Beez in the trap, word to miss Nicki
This flow's so sticky, smack it like hickey
I'm the king of rap, anybody get tough they can kiss my, ass (๐๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ)
[Verse 3: Lil Acne Cream & ๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ ๐๐ด๐ข๐ข๐ค๐ด]
(You already know what the fuck it is, dynamic duo type shit, you know what I'm saying)
I just slapped the fuck out my computer cause it got too many viruses (Beep beep)
Hit me up on my DM I sell fake drivers licenses (Vrrrr)
I'm out here smoking on za while you tryna get high on flintstone vitamins (Ew)
I slapped a bitch named Blair, then I went for a car ride
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ถ๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐น๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ
๐๐ธ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐บ, ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ง๐ด ๐ถ๐ฑ, ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ (๐๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ)
๐๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ช ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐บ
๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐ค๐ต, ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ
๐๐ถ๐ต ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต '๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ
๐๐ช๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ต๐บ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ง๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ?
๐ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ-๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ, ๐๐๐
๐ ๐ด๐ญ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐'๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฆ๐ง๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ญ๐บ, ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐๐ต๐ฆ๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐ช
๐๐ช๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ต๐บ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต (๐๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ)
[Outro: Austin Isaacs & ๐๐ช๐ญ ๐๐ค๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ]
Yeah I could go harder, cause this kinda soft (๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต)
Let me break it down I'm Apple, and you Microsoft (๐๐ถ๐ฉ, ๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฉ)
All my flows is sick, but I didn't cough (๐๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ)
If they start getting bold, tell 'em knock it off
A lot of boys, I could tell they on the down-low
But they know that I could do it better, cause I'm a pro
You know what they say, snitches get stitches
I put these girls on a leash, cause they are my bitches
Lil Acne Cream (Young Rock on that beat bitch)
[Verse 1: Lil Acne Cream]
I do not care what the police say, I'm still finna get on tor browser
Hit world market and get me some fullz and a dump (A dump)
I got some cocaine off of the darkweb and I gave some to yo bitch
She went out in public and snorted a couple of bumps
The way that I'm counting this money I'm making off swiping
I'm not even counting racks no more, this shit come in lumps
Lil Acne Cream, Lil Acne Cream, Lil Acne Cream, Lil Acne Cream (Lil Acne Cream)
If you be fucking with Lil Acne Cream then I'm finna hit you with thะต hacker team (Oh hell nah)
I got my Trojan horsะตs on your computer
I'm finna DDoS you offline and then pull up with shooters
Bitches be broke and mad cause they ain't making no money, they working at Hooters (Ew, uh oh)
[Verse 2: Austin Isaacs & ๐๐ช๐ญ ๐๐ค๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ]
My name ain't Liberty, but I am a lady
You girls throw sticks, what I throw is shady
A win for the team, like my name was Tom Brady
But even in your dreams, I'm on fire like Hades
In the back of the Bach, you girls stay on crack
But I'm running like track, couldn't even keep track
On your daddy, on his lap
Beez in the trap, word to miss Nicki
This flow's so sticky, smack it like hickey
I'm the king of rap, anybody get tough they can kiss my, ass (๐๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ)
[Verse 3: Lil Acne Cream & ๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ ๐๐ด๐ข๐ข๐ค๐ด]
(You already know what the fuck it is, dynamic duo type shit, you know what I'm saying)
I just slapped the fuck out my computer cause it got too many viruses (Beep beep)
Hit me up on my DM I sell fake drivers licenses (Vrrrr)
I'm out here smoking on za while you tryna get high on flintstone vitamins (Ew)
I slapped a bitch named Blair, then I went for a car ride
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ถ๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐น๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ
๐๐ธ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐บ, ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ง๐ด ๐ถ๐ฑ, ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ (๐๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ)
๐๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ช ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐บ
๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐ค๐ต, ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ
๐๐ถ๐ต ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต '๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ
๐๐ช๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ต๐บ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ง๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ?
๐ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ-๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ, ๐๐๐
๐ ๐ด๐ญ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐'๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฆ๐ง๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ญ๐บ, ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐๐ต๐ฆ๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐ช
๐๐ช๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ต๐บ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต (๐๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ)
[Outro: Austin Isaacs & ๐๐ช๐ญ ๐๐ค๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ]
Yeah I could go harder, cause this kinda soft (๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต)
Let me break it down I'm Apple, and you Microsoft (๐๐ถ๐ฉ, ๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฉ)
All my flows is sick, but I didn't cough (๐๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ)
If they start getting bold, tell 'em knock it off
A lot of boys, I could tell they on the down-low
But they know that I could do it better, cause I'm a pro
You know what they say, snitches get stitches
I put these girls on a leash, cause they are my bitches
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