Look you silly muhfuckas tryna rap now sad
Ain't nobody really tryna hear that frat boy rap
Rocking polo stripes, but my cargos plaid
Call my phone at night, if you need that bag
If you need that bag, if you need that bag
Call my phone at night, if you need that bag
Look you sill muhfuckas tryna rap now sad
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Look I'm a monster, but Im staying optimistic
I don't want to do no interviews, them bitches really tryna twist my words, like a pretzel
Let me get straight to the point like a pencil
I've been on road tryna start my own brand
Rolling with a gang of motherfuckers like Conan
I don't got the shoes or the sword for the outfit
Smoking on that gas that I found down at Auschwitz
Dog I feel like Twitter really ruined the youth
Why you viewing everything you see on Twitter as truth
If you ignorant as shit and share political views
You get blocked real quick, Or get dropped like a bitch, why you popping that shit on the Internet boy
Better have that mindset when I see your ass boy
Seem like everybody really got the game fucked up
Keep my blue jeans cuffed & that green grass cut, wassup
Look you silly muhfuckas tryna rap now sad
Ain't nobody really tryna hear that frat boy rap
Rocking polo stripes, but my cargos plaid
Call my phone at night, if you need that bag
If you need that bag, if you need that bag
Call my phone at night, if you need that bag
Look you silly muhfuckas wanna rap now sad
Call my phone at night if you need that bag
Look Im, off of the wall like them slip on kicks
I just broke a bitch down with the flick of the wrist
As a child I was wild used to dribble and spit
When I started smoking pot is when I start to forget
Look I don't even know my name no more, who's to blame no more
I don't recognize my face no more
I don't even have the energy to hate no more
So peace sign when the drugs kick in then it's all love
And I don't really fuck with the left, or the right wing
I just fuck with anybody tryna do the right thing
We got the fate of the world in the hands of the hateful
Good die young and the world burns graceful
Go Kermit the frog I mind my own business
Ninety Nine problems none of them bitches
Jump in the whip then I hit the switches
Feet to the gas gone just like that
Look you silly muhfuckas tryna rap now sad
Ain't nobody really tryna hear that frat boy rap
Rocking polo stripes, but my cargos plaid
Call my phone at night, if you need that bag
If you need that bag, if you need that bag
Call my phone at night, if you need that bag
Look you silly muhfuckas tryna rap now sad
Call my phone at night if you need that bag