Budapest Freestyle by Blotter Curt Lyrics

[Verse 1: Blotter Curt]
I don't got time for the shots you be throwin' be
I got stick on me, I got a thug in me
I got a Budapest I got a bug on me
I got a bug at the back of the dungaree
I got [?]
I take off to Mexico [?]
I speak Italian, I'm no medallion
I got a heater, I ain't got adidas
I ain't got a eater but I want to eat her
She tastes like a cheetah and I'm [?]
And she got her feet up (uh, yeah)
She got her feet up (uh, yeah)
She got her feet up and I gotta beat up a snitch
I gotta beat up a snitch
I gotta take [?] back
I gotta fuck up his nose
Steal a motherfucker clothes
Leave a motherfuckеr broke
Leave a mothеrfucker choked
Leave a motherfucker dead
You a motherfucking joke
[Verse 2: TEEKS]
Got once what is best for me
Asked why aren't you blessing me
Girl I live for the little things
And I'm pissed so I'm riddling
I exist as a mix of things
From them sticks [?] stone you see
I [?]
Nah I'm back in this bitch like DaBaby
Want my money as blue as the navy
Her attitude was come save me
Whats the matter I'm smoother than gravy
Oh, you saggy, depressy, and lazy
But you been with the squad going brazy
[?] if you hanging with Brady
Bunch of my guys you make me
Fuck around take a life and go crazy
They tried taking the mic told me stop
Don't speak off your mind you should pause