My bank car, even though he saw me on TV, it's all good But now my bars, bars deep in his bras, jaw swallowed, girl, it's just nud Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass Yeah, they heard I'm fuckin' nuts, like to swaggle a fag Like me and T'Kelly was gaggin' in the back of the cabin Can't vlog, nah, nigga, you can tell by the badge I'm sick of hackin' and coughin', I'm off and it's fuckin' awesome I'm animals, no, it's off and off, and it's rappin' nonsense Four stories in my home, like, what the fuck's an apartment, nigga? Get shit poppin' like Peter Spores doin' puberty Take bets on how quick Tyler can reach maturity Cussin' out Suri like a waitress with no patience Oh, you wanna tip, bitch, well, here's my dick for gratiturity I tumble crust on Aussie sluts, give money up to nutty But Professor Nutty, buddy, clump is petty when you touch his lunch Like, what the fuck, I'm drunk as fuck Turn the fuckin' music up so I can't hear these stupid fucks Talk no walk like you disgust, you talkin' too much Who the fuck are you to uss, uterus? I put that on my pubes and nuts If I don't begin movin' up, I'm shootin' up You would hurt, crew on turf, loop dessert I can see the bitch and the nigga through his shirt I can smell the whore when the bitch was flockin' around my crew to flirt It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt Yeah, it's the movement first, fuck a human nurse I'm ill, I use this earth to infuse the birth of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news My only motive is to skip to my lube, get hip to the pew You can drink, piss, and eat a dick in a few The sickening view of visual bulls I eat your ribs, I'm a wolf Then meet your kids after school and give them drugs cause it's cool Fuck this beat, nigga, let's smoke weed That shit I need, it be the shit that's green A little purple and pink Come get some swisher, sweeves About three or four more than need it be I got an eighth, I could face it I got a blunt flavor grape I hate the grape, I could taste it when I'm in hell in the vapes You can smell us in places when we walk And our clothing is always covered in flakes Enough of touche, blunts, and what the fuck is this? I think this Mary is laced My heart is beating at paces I'm happy I can't relate I'm fuckin' faded like gradient shit I'm stuck like the tape That's super glued to the center of Kelly Price first waist, it's like my first date with Mrs. Mary This shit is scary, the paranoia from this marijuana's very heavy I'm lifted, fainted by my fifth hit Lionel, pass the sherm, let's use this Philly as a dipstick For this bath salt, you dip shit this shit This shit is scary, the paranoia from this weak-ass nigga Samuel