What Can't I k** - Less & Less lyrics

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What Can't I k** - Less & Less lyrics

[Intro: Master Stian] This is, this is the end, bye It began this way, it gon' end this way [Verse 1: Master Stian] This is the way the world will end, by the hands of Master Stian Who did you think you battling? You ain't really in it, you just dabbling You just need to back off, you just need to lay low You just need to keep that head ducked down No questions, just do it cuz I say so I just need some pesos Dollars, yen, anything to spend I just wanna ball out, you gon' get called out Talking like that, you gon' meet your end Man, let us not forget who I am M-A-S- yes, Stian the best dressed The more I see you, I like you less and less and less [Verse 2: Stounson] Less and less and less, lesson learned, let it burn out SKRT, that's the tire on the curb, hit and run, hit a nerve When you see me with my bricos, smell the legal Coming out the window, look into my pupil See the evil, not the future But I know your doom's impending, then I'm ending you Grip the wheel with one hand, nah the other's not for lending you Tend to lose stepping to the villain, never been a punk Speak to me out of line, get put by speakers in the trunk [Verse 3: Master Stian] Trunk of the jeep non existent Bodies got to ride in the front next to Christian Master on a mission, yeah Stounson in the back dressed like the reaper If your girl is fine, I'ma have to keep her, I'ma have to keep her Let her decide what she wanna do She do not want to be next to you She just wanna dance on the Master I've been on her mind since the moment I came through, yeah You really think that you can beat me up? Nah Put you by bodies and speakers, bruh [Verse 4: Stounson] Black fleece hoody, black mask upon my face Juxtapose the glowing eyes, coincide him with the plates Under the surface, tectonic, Hell's hotter than the boy? No Knock your chin off, tell you to chin up boy-o The 4.0 mind not existent in me I don't- I don't sip the Henny, I just got to get as many Dead presidentials as I can, bank account on Arlington Hate to say I called it friend, crawl in graves, I'll call you then