[Verse 1: LVD]
Lord give me strength, I never will estimate
Under/over your powers, my n***as called me a coward
'Cause I refrained from my doubt within hours
Flowers I'll keep under your tower, now we're tasting that the sour ain't sweet
Sizzle, Mr. Sizzle, Sizzle Lord, my n***a, can I call you Yung? (No)
My n***a, I apologize for going dumb
I just wanted your forgiveness and a feature 'cause honestly, I'm your fan and the biggest
I think you're Jeter of hip-hop, n***a, you speak to me
And that sh** you did with Smegma... (That Crunchwrap Supreme?)
When your verse began I done lost my virginity
Bump it on a bootleg CD
Standing up to my enemies, hand up in b**hes' panties
My denim's soaking, I'm anxiously waiting to make you gently
Make love to me, f** me rough like a s*ut
'Cause you be looking real cuddly
Baby, you said on HERP that you f**ed a daddy, so join me in the back of this Caddy and feel the fatty
[Verse 2: LVD]
I got a job at the local neighborhood Fridays
And I'm aware of your love for the cheesesticks and cherry limeade
And baby, I'll give 'em free but you gotta make me a promise
You're gonna f** me sideways, occasionally in the projects
My momma called me an alcoholic, and said I ain't fit for my daughter
f** it, let's just frolic
I wanna feel your brolic figure once I make you dinner
Naked, showing you my college knowledge, I'm a Jenner
Call me Caitlyn, I know you're Blasian, that's funny
'Cause I was born in Taiwan, but three quarters a Haitian
Our common interests are money, and b**hes, and weed, and cereal
The latter's me if we're never getting bacterial
Murals to material eyes, we'll be imperial
Semen is lies, this ain't venereal
Eerie, the chiba showed me this moment before it happened
I'm badly embarra**ed that I have chatted your ear in half
And, I just... love you...
[Verse 3: Lord Sizzle]
Say hello to my little friend, you creepy a** n***a
Now I'm finna dip in the Benz
I'm peelin' in the candy orange palette on ritalin
My knickers leather like the f**in' seats I be sittin' in, I get it in
n***as always looking for features, the same n***as that be tweeting in the stadium bleachers
And making everyone around inhale the stank from they sneakers
They talkin' sh** about the Lord while adjusting the beakers
You b**h n***as need to unplug ya speakers
I'm finna hop on LA Leakers, give you n***as these heaters like Marcus Peters
Did it all in wife beaters and white Adidas
Wifi Waifu's on the corner of Southern in printed cheetah
Meanwhile, I got a new b**h and we dippin' out Bolorado
She thick, likes to s** a dick and she swallows
Mulatto, designing my grotto hollow
Wherever Lord Sizzle goes, she follows
[Verse 4: Lord Sizzle]
This one goes to Sizzle from 808
If you didn't know me, n***a, I'm stealing ya dinner plate
You a diet Future, who's a diet Pain
Changed the moniker 'cause I don't want to share a f*ggot's name
sh**, I'm scatterbrained
Finna calibrate the caliber of rappers
Most these n***as poppin' shouldn't crack the twenties up on Napster
Fatter n***as runnin' faster, skinny n***as turn to Casper
Cappin' daily, sippin' Baileys, it ain't nothin' 'cause ya'll actors
f** up out here
Lord give 'em strength