[Intro]

(Getta Beats)

[Verse]

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 Uzi 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 and the neck say "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 Webb

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

[Outro]

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