Tip toe, in my trench coat, got my zippo
Hippo, bitch I been dope
Junie B Jones
Lymph nodes with my sick flow
I say bingo, beast mode
Just another rapper from the east coast
Make room for the motherfuckin' guest ho
I bet you understand what I'ma do
When summer come, fill my head with your
Opinion now I'm feelin' dumb
Now me and Brokie dance around
We smokin' to the drum
Y'all niggas is nuisance, don't get it confused
All you see is nooses, all over the news
And I'm jackin' my two-step, look at how I move
I'm lovin' but the truth is my heart got a bruise
Yes, I'm a sweetheart feel it in my tooth
Yeah back in the day
All I wanted was a fucking coupe
Tell 'em ándale
Movin' it back on top of me and you
Am I supposed to pay?
Promo to get the spotlight in a zoo
I should probably escape
Copping some features that ain't
Even worth it I knew it
I used to wanna be like them but
Because I blew it, bitch screw it (you're falling off anyways)
My bars armstrong
Motherfucker, where's Louis?
I make you my son, I'ma put you in a car seat
Mango havin, fun, L-Riding up to arbies
Got a fat blunt, bitch I really like to party
Flip brick, I'ma stick in the big tip
You fake shit like rip n' dippin, the epitome
Makin you basic, have a royalty that's a Percent of me
Energy put back into my enemies
It's your fault I'm going ape shit
Asic stomp you in the basement
Mango Leaves you in amazement
Brokie's bout to Start-Patience, and the anticipation
Got me pacing
Bitch I be feeling amazing
I'm eatin' the rapper like bitch
And I'm in for the taking
I really be battle the flamin'
I know you gon' battle
That fake shit bitch move
I got a K I might let loose
I'm finna' aim it at you
Shoutout to everybody in my crew
Mango and Brokie only smoke boof
Bitch, I'm that new bitch with the music
Goof it, I just fucked your bitch she
Let my crew hit, boon six
Inches off the floor you gon get booted
New whip, I just copped a third like
I'm lil' bit
Cruisin'
Up on top yo block you know I'm lootin'
You losin, all your valuables that ain't for you bitch
You know I be smokin' on that Pluto 'til I'm stupid
That boy tryna jump me now he gettin' his whole crew split
Saw this fuckin' paper let me keep you as a ghost
Bitch I used to sell my Jordans I already sold my soul, huh
I might fuck around and I might sell a couple rows
Smokin' on this booth, yeah, I be chillin' with Mango, uh-yuh
Opper said he gonna kill me told him do your worst, uh
I been chillin' with yo' momma goin' through her purse, uh
Why these rappers wanna beat so bad, who got 'em hurt?
Bitch, I got a box on my fist
Steven universe, uh
Woke up in the morning
I got the same old jeans on