Limp wrist pose at the free throw baby,
Light in my loafers so the vertical’s crazy
Get dunked on, wearing eyeliner, like Game: Blouses b****
Smirking at you with my medals on, von Clauswitz
First time home owner but really it’s three houses… s*** 😳

Smoked so much haze that now my thoughts get delayed
longer than Saudi Arabian oil supply chains
So every time I try to get bars out of my brain, I feel like I’ve gotta wait like the strait’s closing again
That leaves a wide time frame for me to finally say the only aura you get comes from a migraine

I cop diamond helmets and Forgiato bracelets
You can’t say s***
Make world tours feel like day trips
Olé b****
We stay rich
So tired I need a brake like Mavis
Been running for miles no Davis
Got rid of my old b**** told my new b**** she’s my favorite

me and my old b**** in Game 6
can't let a dame win
i'm on the same s***
popped the wrong pill, i was mistaken
who laced this? satan?
oh lord we gon make it
got yo old b**** here naked
a****** and p**** out, she shake it
she say p**** overrated
diamond shutter on my bracelet
cock ring ruby like tomatuhs
i spread the word just like her anus
i do the same thing, no insaneness
i'd rather be rich than famous
no diddy, i told ur bih take this
she loves white cock shes a racist
her daddys a lawyer, shes shameless
shawty flat and basic
i wish that ass was cakin'
doesnt stop me from masturbating

Make her do a backwards flip
When I’m compacting her c***
Pull out my bag of tricks
And tell her “yeah that’s your d***”
Sit on my face and I can’t resurface
Her other orifices they get repurposed
Told me to “just stand in the corner and jerk it”
Then she takes her bean and works it
She got me feeling like I’m worth it
Look her in the eyes and say she’s “perfect”
On my white guy s*** said “yeah you like this COCK”
She told me “stfu maybe just don’t talk”
I like nipples, pink ones, big ones, stretched out
Called my girl Charlie Kirk, told her “bring that neck out”
Defensive bout my b****, thats why that p****s getting decked out
Forgot it was a threesome, somebody feeling left out

new iphone
yea im booted up
new truck
everybody know me
master mula
dr. getting money baby
she gon drive me crazy
lately ive been on her lately
she gon suck my d*** until i come
dont u miss me baby?
i cant put metro on drums
Yea i do it for the Ps
i cant do for the bums
im a real nigga too
you cant check me if im on
nigga

Not a cuck in the room, we don’t need chairs
Her back gets blown out like Pauly D hair
Shes bulimic, so she’s askin me for p****
She’s tryna slurp up on it but she’s using too much teefes
Oh now she’s gagging, let me get back there and Heimlich
Get up right behind it and turn her mindless
Her eyes rolling back like Walmart prices
Her p**** got a vice grip, so much so she might knife d***
I’m stabbing her guts up like bodies in a spike pit

Two sides to every story
Yeah, the surface and the subtext
A border you can sublet
Life's a Robert Crumb sketch

Mortuary organs playin'
Bang my gurney like a drum set
I can hear the corpses sangin'
Prostrated on this bus bench

a long walk, je nai quoi
the head soft, thats that brain talk
jhene aiko give me the best twat
feel my big sean enter her ass
at night we nicki menage
she hit my d*** like a nic with her jaws
its a graveyard joyride how i'm rippin these walls
she not NBA but she addicted to balls
i wish i could take a moment to just pause
wipe my ego'd self off
a jack of trades, i do all
hole in one like it's golf
hoe opens up like a song
i fly it in like a swan
is that yo wife? she a thot
i got her spiced, dozing off
dont feel no spite, smoke some rock

Manic pixie Joan of Arc
Coloration poison dart
Easter mornin' pastel goth
Basket case my own betrothed

Gothic couple yeoman farm
Cottage core not yoga mom
Line to hang the clothin' on
Lizzie Borden forty chops

Cop the patek cop the rick an i roll
I get the money no rigamarole

this bih target practice and im the shooter
back that ass up on me, i feel her tooter
and her cooter, ima pollute her
ima ram her so i can computer
ima looter, i raid her cooler
im sippin beatboxes and i'm getting ruder
yea ima user, you a loser
life's an obstacle course and i maneuever
you're manure, smell like poopers
spice class in session, ima tutor

I wasn’t scopin i just noticed
You’re well spoken and I’m hoping that you’re open
Nah let me be direct
When i think about you I’m erect
Have you looked in the mirror what did you expect?

I keep you in my locket cause im going to war
Im fighting so you could go to a store
And walk out with them saying “look what she wore”
You’re the whole reason why i record
Without you i wouldn’t have words
I got you don’t need an award
If they stare you i take it as compliments
I got the confidence i aint really clockin them
Two tone rollie im coppin em
I got you that gold and that steel cause you precious but still keep it real
Don’t know if that makes sense but that’s how i feel

they saying see ya until they see ya
now im with tina in the bimma
she smell the chanel on my collar
so many dimes in the whip i got a whole dollar
f***ed so many times i might become a whole father