I think I´m a caveman, I pulled up on a T-rex Show that steerin´ wheel off, it´s a sleeve check Try that punch out, boy, it´s a ping check
Put that pint in the freezer, it´s a lean check Mind of a maniac, I woke up shootin´ at my shadow Robbers already ready, they ain´t lootin´ for no ammo Think it´s Call of Duty, pull a boozy in commando Calrizzian, I´m in the ship, zoomin´ like I´m Lando Cali´ in Byron, my lawyer, yeah, he Jewish MegaTron, touchdown, hell yeah, she threw it I ain´t BabyChief´, but hell yeah, we do it Bro don´t pop Perc´ tens, like, hell yeah, he chewin´ All the Bape in the closet made a monkey like I´m Stewie Bitch, you got a funky butt, funky breath, funky coochie What the fuck goin´ on? I think someone laced my shrooms
I got paid granny age and she old as shit The walk-in a cry baby, you be throwin´ fits Throwin´ dubs in they face, nah, shows my shit Lock in, how you ain´t got no goals to hit? Huh, I just wanna band and some more I just wanna trend, that´s the goal Ordinary civilian, I need my ski´ on Hell yeah, I skip arm day, but my weed strong PowerPuff, SB´s, I´m Professor Utonium Can´t believe nowadays, they be flexin´ zirconian Cactus Jack T on in the next hit, Utopia All this gun smoke and Zotti, cannot hand me an opiate Boy, she a six at the best, don´t gas your girl The fiends fallin´ off the needle like Astro World Lil´ mama on VS, she´ll pass on pearis Swervin´ Urus trucks, bitch, watch the Lambo twirl
I wouldn´t gamble with your life, this ain´t DraftKings Why you go to FanDuel with your last cheese? Killin´ black Chrome Heart like I´m Batwing When you see Jimmy on the road, ain´t DeGrassi Hit him with that Drac´, watch him disappear like Gatsby Blunt full of muffins, you would think it´s from the pantry We be all through lil´ Ypsi just like Ramsay He ain´t never live up to the hype, Marcus Camby Ain´t no pen, ain´t no pad, just some brainpower Drummin´ gang, hit the club, make it rain shower When I did go to school, scam was eighth hour First ones here, I guess that make the whip the Mayflower We just three deep, me, James, and Mayfield Why you got a vest on? I hope you got a brain shield
High as hell, she like, "Boy, the signs ain´t you" If everything else fails, just remain real Kitchen full of blue jays, Vlad Guerrero I told Lando, "Drive Vetty or the stabbed Camaro" So much white in the spot, look like Cracker Barrel I never even seen Nev, it´s just McNamara I told neph´ shoot his gun and stop actin´ scary You ain´t even got a ring, why you actin´ merry? The Glock got thirty-one in it, January Gelato everything, what you need, apple, cherry? Every time you go and perform, the club´s dead They know I got the ups in this Hawk, spud whip Jeans loaded like a order out of Spud Headz Tool on me, state troop trailin´, that´s a gut wrench This bitch got everything but rent
All the back-up crib, that´s some buckhead I might pull a YNW on you, what is trust, friend? I´ma call her Beavis, I donʼt get nothinʼ but head
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