PAROLES
[Verse]
I was posted up in Baltimore, they callin’ me a dummy
Mixin’ G-Star with the Champion, that boy lookin’ bummy
Three grams in the wood, I just rolled up a bourbon honey
It be snowin’ too much in Michigan, I need this shit to get sunny
Slid down on Chick-Fil-A, where’s my spicy chicken sandwich?
Saw the [?] left their lights on, so you know I had to vanish
The boy ain’t seen money in years, man, his ass is lookin’ famished
My Florida plug be talkin’ shit, I had to drown him in the Atlantic
Met an edgy white bitch and her ass was actin’ satanic
I’m finna go and hit the border and meet up with my Hispanics
Said she wanted Benihana’s, bitch, I ain’t romantic
We finna hit up Mickey D’s, we are not eating organic
He just smoked a bunch of [?], think that boy about to panic
Had to take him to an asylum ’cause he’s acting like he’s manic
I hope my hairline don’t recede, I’m gonna look like Peyton Manning
I just stole out of [?], walked out, I ain’t tryna do no scamming
I just flew a bitch out to the city, I feel like I’m Rino
He a broke motherfucker tryna win at the casino
Jump into the next rapper, I think her ass is a scene ho
Think he’s tough because of the internet, like he’s Childish Gambino
Posted at the BP, I had to grab an Arizona
You’re a nasty motherfucker, think you gon’ catch corona
I got a white plug and he stay his ass up in Lavonia
He just drank a pint of tech and ended up in a coma
Livin’ life, I ain’t tryna go back to Oklahoma
Why your weird ass ain’t wearin’ no socks on the damn sofa?
Glock with these nuts, he knew that I had to carry bofa
Feel like I’m Kasher, I had to make a plan, opa
Once I get to the check, tryna blow it all on Oprah
He stay in a trailer home, know you’re rockin’ some Osiris
Computer just crashed, I think I just got me a virus
He snortin’ that white, think he’s gonna turn to Len Bias
I just broke up [?] because their relationship with bias
I could’ve played that dude went D1, I feel like I’m Tias
He be talkin’ so tough on the TL, haha, try it
He just got some human riches, now he think that he the fliest
Hungry as hell, I ’bouta go and hit up hip-hop chicken
Just beat my engineer ass ’cause he’s trash at mixin’
Took my Civic to the auto shop, I need me a fixin’
Just ’cause you got some damn designer don’t mean that you fit in
He just bought a fake plain jane, that motherfucker ain’t even tickin’
From the trenches or the VLONE, which one and I pickin’?
Peanut butter or the runtz, which one am I hittin’?
He just bought himself a draco, that shit ain’t even kickin’
I just got back from a video shoot with BasedNas
Ain’t had no Fanta, so I poured that shit up in the fuckin’ Voss
I ain’t tryna go to work, I am not dealin’ with no boss
Said he rockin’ new fashion, I just saw him shoppin’ at Ross
I just passed the pack to my brodie [?]
Motherfucker bleedin’ out his gums, he needs some floss
I just seen an opp pour his drink up in some Frank’s RedHot
He fuckin’ on a sex doll, he dealin’ with a turbo thot
These motherfuckers act the some, I had to mute the word “bomboclaat”
Feel like Gunna and Thug ’cause this shits getting way too hot
I just skrrted off the scene ’cause they’re airing out the spot
She’s fine on the ‘Gram, but in person she’s built like a tater tot
