Don't believe an eighth of what they tell you, everything’s a lie

I bet the Beatles never even ate them fish and finger pies

Link with dimes, hit their place, do our thing and slide

She wanna lock me down but I gotta spread my wings and fly

I just need some fresh air

Walking round my gold chains tangled in my chest hair

Baby if you ain't the best here, move it on over

In this new fit the hoes drooling all over

Gеt it cracking like lobster

If she challеnging, I'll dodge her

She a pick me

Take her on the town she flick me

Then we get sticky

She get the D then a trip to Mickeys

Ignore her for a week, give her a chance to miss me

She all n my grill like Miss E

Know I look good, that's why she wanna kiss me

That's why she wanna frisk me

That's why her behavior getting risky

She want the pickle and the whiskey

I just want a two piece extra crispy

I think we got static

Way she breathing, you'd think she asthmatic

Way she treat it, I know she had practice

She go all the way deep, that's praxis

The pants is South2

She said she wanna give me ass and some mouth too

I'm plugged in, prerelease on the Mountain Dew

The jerk store called bro, they running outa you

If I was you I'd tell em shoot me

They cooking your ass in the QTs

I’m cooking dinner for a cutie

Fronto in the papers, that's loose leaf

What hill you gonna die on?

Something small or one the size of Mt. Zion?

Better Double Down, get your Kentucky Fried on

I’ma get my top five on, new Dylon

A lot on my plate, the one I'm serving pie on

Dip out the motel at 6 and leave the light on

Cop Legache I ain't even gotta try on

Paint the town red, I got a whole bunch of Krylon

Algorithm got me fucked up

Obnoxious, hanging like truck nuts

Walk in this bitch like "what up?"

Just popped a cap and stem, yea 1up

Talk out your head and we’ll burn down your house

Psycho killer shit

Pull up in the tanks to show what we about

Percy miller shit

What happened to facts only

Mobbing in Springfield like Fat tony

I’m with the team, I never smoke the pack lonely

At Skyline get spaghetti and the packed Coneys

Say they dealers, they ain't got no deck of cards

They act like drug lords, they Rob Lowe Escobars

I’m so high I'm next to mars

Off seven beers charged like electric cars

Quick stop in Poughkeepsie

These dudes so corny tryna pop in a jiffy

Got the same name as Costner (You with me?)

But I still don't got an Oscar

Thought you should catch up

I’m Turbo with the broom, bitch don’t you get swept up

Caught the script, only went for the checkup

Get off my dick and kiss my left nut