It's Mr. Run Me My Check
Mr. Always Talking Baguettes
Hit your man with a sidestep and then go run and get some neck
That's on my father and everybody that still don't fuck with me
Y'all quacks duck silly
Double Goose off thrown benjis
Shit real good, hoe
Always puffing good, hoe
Really off that good, hoe
Really cop that q, hoe
Hop right off that Q and make your block a fucking zoo, bro
Then pop off in the loo, big boy
Stop sniffing all that glue, bro
Been going Planters
All these rappers rocking Pampers
All these dancers fucking cancers
Pisces boy, the fucking prancer
Literally your dick game is a dub
I don't know why you say you'll run up
I will give your girl a hug
As soon as I run up in that club
I introduce her to my plug and she gon like that shit
Can't rap like me
Can't write this shit
Stu all night and shit
Crew all hype and shit
My family mighty lit
My bank accounts all fucking blicked
I'm crossfaded and fucking blitzed
Just shut the fuck up
I might pull up in a tugboat and go Popeye on your team
Smoking spinach off a motherfucking tank of gasoline
I call your bae a turkey way they fucking gobbuhling
I'm giving thanks by spanking ass and leaving booty throbbuhling
Oh my
Don't know why
Y'all all talk and no mind
Don't mind me, brother
I'm just out here dancing with your squeeze
See i read em like a book and then recite em over beats like oh my
Don't know why
Y'all all smack and no rhyme
Don't mind me, brother
I'm just out here smoking something green
See, I tried to play it cool and now I never wanna be
You ain't see that one coming
You ain't never gone thumping
You ain't never wronged someone
Damn, you must be a really nice guy
See, I tried to do that shit
Til I found I was really that guy
Who you know still rock a 59
I'm really that fly
It's all flight
See, I never really felt 5'9
Felt like Lowe's or Home Depot
Ya seen the whole damn team climb
That's all me
That's all mine from my mind
All the grind
All the time
Call me chit next to all of this chat about my name and
My lane and how the game ain't never gonna be the same
Like Cobain, how I got everybody fucked up
You know I keep a op bucked up
Buckle up
You know I made this boy nut up
I got a homie in Puerto Rico
Couple of blunts tucked up and
When I hit that shit it'll take me back to tapes in the trunk
Rochambeau and Old Town Road and
All these VA fucks
DMV shit
75 all love
I reconnected with Heavy
Shit, I might buy him a mai tie if he spin me on repeat
Turning tables counter clockwise
Making me shiver
Making me lock eyes with these baddies all around me
In the field with these land mines
Oh my
Don't know why
Y'all all talk and no mind
Don't mind me, brother
I'm just out here dancing with your squeeze
See i read em like a book and then recite em over beats like oh my
Don't know why
Y'all all smack and no rhyme
Don't mind me, brother
I'm just out here smoking something green
See, I tried to play it cool and now I never wanna be