Yall rocking with DJ Scheme, lil bitch
Im sippin tea, beat what I eat
Kicked up the feet, no Assassins Creed
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Good reflexes like you knocked at the knee
Accept defeat, you, I delete
My boots from Greece made with feathers from geese
Counting loose leaf with the face of deceased
Count up the bread, count up the yeast
This is for my nemesis, white folk
If you pull up, then your dead, uh-uh, rifle
We gon cross him lik the symbol on a Bible
Call him Spongebob cause he movin life without spinal, huh
Never not woke, my gland pineal
On the patio fucking Princesss peach, Mario
Yellow Louis V overalls on me, look like Wario
On the mic, Im an animal, hear the cardio through audio
If you want beef, capisce hahaha
Smokin on tree, hashish yow
She said, No, dont leave
Baby, Im oh-so green whats that shit cause it better not be
We got Dracs, sticks
All type of blicks ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh
Blood on my back
Dont get caught in a blitz ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh
Chopsticks, got me a pick eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh
Steppin on shit, put my foot in a brick eeh
Fuck you mean? Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
Huh, oh, Im ready haha
Yuh oh, shit, yuh
Im in the land of the lost, now Im chill, Jack Frost
Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce
Jack Skellington limbs cause Im known to pop off
And Im one with the force, so this saber is my sword
Got the dick tucked in like RuPaul
Two bananas and a boat in the U-Haul huh
And the dope look sick like Wuhan
Nother brick comin in from Tucson racks
I was too piffed up when a nigga walked in
I was servin up bricks at a low end white
I got too much boof stuffed in my pants huh, huh, huh, huh-huh-huh
I could probably fuck around
Build a snowman huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh
And its stone, no Mason, say Im chillin with your bitch
Its for him and her like Rozan
Cause this shit go down when a nigga get wet
Shouldve never put your life in a ho hands
If you want beef, capisce hahaha
Smokin on tree, hashish yow
She said, No, dont leave
Baby, Im oh-so green whats that shit cause it better not be
We got Dracs, sticks
All type of blicks ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh
Blood on my back
Dont get caught in a blitz ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh
Chopsticks, got me a pick eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh
Steppin on shit, put my foot in a brick eeh
Kick a bitch to the curb if she dont speak with manners hee, hee
My house sit alone behind gates by the manor hee, hee
My new hoes look whiter than Carlos Santana hee, hee
My bitch from the hood, mamas hustled on camera hee, go
School from the 70s
Couldve been dropped by the first time I signed for my boy
That was English like city of Oxford
Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar
I thought I want kids til I sat by a toddler
Recorded two hits in one hour at Doppler two
I walk in my house naked holding my chopper frrt
We do the same shit, we change names just like soccer
My jewelry box looking like Davy Jones locker
I want Addison Rae to become my doctor
And check on my privates woo
Put her in a skirt and a scarf like a pilot
He didnt make it past the first clip like a pilot frrt
Im sick, I need medicine before I riot
My bitch pussy sweet, it help with my diet
Cant go off the label, boy, I gotta eye it
I gotta smell, I gotta taste it
Haha, hahaha, yaow, frrt on God, slatt
Whats this, whats this?
Whats that shit cause it better not be
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh go
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh slatt, damn
Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
Hahaha, oh shit