[VERSE 1]
I'm tryna make a mil, i'm emril with these efforts
So I can attract some hoes, wit skins that weigh a feather
My n***a, I spit tight. Ask the pants of a wrestler
You can hear a piece of jesus on my records like kanyes dresser
Give me permission to pond so let me flow
Can I kick it for pilsbury? A lil tae kwon for the doe
Y'all n***as should hang ya mics so I can't listen to ya lynchins
Or should I send shots cuz black b**h oozies come with extensions
Cuz I use the cordless phone to call my plug up
So I can put the boredom down and pick my funds up
k**ed the competition it was nothing, they sounded the same
They got confusion from the controller cuz they thought I was a game
I ain't from san diego but i got more juice than chargers
You think you hot son? But you don't come close like fathers
The plan is to make my fanbase american dads
But if I blow like talibans i might compromise that
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I'm somewhat on the lala
Me and my n***as on the lala
We all up on the lala lala lala lala
[VERSE 2]
I hate that p**y n***as shinin' f** a j**elery box
But not if the diamond pendant swing hard and tyson knocked
Head ringin, should i call a doc or ding dong ditch em
Im up next like when marlon got high for his audition
The plug shower me with gas cuz i'm big nose
Neighbor of Carl Winslow chief smoke
Like indian fire captains
Tapping on some dance for ma**a sh**
Kinda well cuz I gotta do it for my bucket list
While i'm spaced out these bars are really motherships
Serial k**er ya cheerios will have banana clips
I mean the 50 1st date hooligan
Cuz with every bar I gotta show that i'm cool again
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