[Intro]

Bruh, bruh, bruh

LD, aka stem cells

[Verse]

Everybody know the cat like a dope meme

I got em' buzzing off the crack like a dope fiend

They saw 'em come up with a Mac, yeah, I'm so Steve

Nowadays, bitches tryna crack, got 'em ODing

Like, how them hoes want to get it with L?

They know it's cold enough to charge, like a letterman sale

If they gon' stand behind the bars, I'm in federal jail

I'm going far like a general mail

On that note, I got the fellas saying "What up," the tape, what up?

The same motherfucker playing with his steak cut up

I'm great, shut up, the flowing, no debate, just us

I'm out of shape, but I'm straight to fuck

Yeah, you know I got a chicken in the condo

I was sick of getting off beat, she a bongo

Now she playing with the hard D, being Rondo

Drunk and go inside her all sweet like a Strongbow

How I'ma do?

I got your ex coming next like a W do

I gotta flex, I'm the best, now I'm being direct

I'm unimpressed by these bitches that I see in the press

I'm kinda vexed by the trash like I'm cleaning a mess

Cause they as real when they rap as a Chia's a pet

They old news, stocks plummet, men's leg hair, they ain't cut it

Forget about your era, Pat Summitt

Finesse writtens

I wanna get a hundred bitches and fuck with the spitting

Religious like a couple of post-marital Christians

I've been official, Dick Bevetta a living

You better dig it like you bitches got a mill in the ditch

I'm killing this shit I been kicking like a villainous ninja

My shit is gripping when I run it, how the fuck I be slipping?

I be intimate with them hoes, she never flummoxed

I take chick, pee, and smash, I call it hummus

And I be funny with this shit, I'm just playing

But still nobody fucking with the kid, I'm just saying, ah

Got a chicken parm on the date, it seem

But I don't even know the broad, she just grating the cheese

I don't even got a job, I just blaze and free

But still they give a boy bands, 98 Degrees

So come fuck with me

I got a couple hundred bitches doing drugs with me

And I got a couple dozen bitches tryna hug Dicky

And I got a couple bitches who be steady fucking me

Hey, that's a good ass life

Only thing I got left, find a good ass wife

But yo, I gotta hit these hoes first, don't tell Mom

But in a year I'ma bend over Michelle Obama

Bruh, you know I gotta do it while I'm hot

I'm tryna get blew in most states, like Barack

I'm tryna show a boo the last name of the Rock

And put her on D till we O, J Watt

I never hit the scene, when I do, I'm high and wasted

I'm fucking with them jeans, love them bitches high waisted

I run around your team, you a player but I'm Naismith

And I Command V, while you copy, I just paste it, face it

Hotel got 'em puffing on the L, going harder than some hail, you ain't knew it

If everybody had to tell the truth and you had to pick a dude spitting better than your dude, can't do it

Telling me, damn, you got bitches, damn, you got hoes

Damn, you got money, but damn, I got flow

Damn, you got riches, damn, you got clothes

Damn, you got honeys, but damn, I got soul, hold up

This shit I'm making's always tight, it's like a yoga store

They all up in the other boat, it's why I'm overboard

I'm taking time to do it right, it's like a soda pour

Cause we ain't loving all you bitches like we spoken for

Damn, packing the band-wagon, the man cracking

The man packing the stands, had them clapping they hands

Tagging they Grams, Manhattan was ham

Slapping the fans, playing having the plan

Fans rapping the jams, sagging my pants

You see the type of shit I do on the track?

Hot shit, like I poop in the jacket

Won't mack your bitch, but yo, I'm bout to come and mack your clique

Your whole friend group fucking with Dick (no hetero)

I yawn when I hear these motherfuckers on the radio

They ball all retarded, Cuba Gooding up in radio

I long for the moment I can say that's not debatable

I'm past that, I wonder who appreciate it like a Snapchat

Aflac, duck the dude, I'm going hard for the grind, but I tuck this move

I made war with the rhymes, motherfuck your crew

These bitches going Adolf, tryna fuck this Jew

I'm too nice, like a motherfucker that fell in love with a boo twice

As in double as fuckable as he was and dude tries

To be subtle and get her cuddling

Venting her troubles and getting her truffles

And ending up befuddled when she don't fuck him

And someone tell him, “Listen, you bugging

She never fucking a pedestrian muggle like you

So why all the trouble?” but he rebuttal with

"I think I just love her, so I would shudder at the thought

Of being anything other than nice?" (I’m that nice)

Peeping like a Porta Potty

It wasn't even deep, dang, shit is still a hobby

It's too bad bitches sleeping on me, threesome

'Cause now these bitches want to help, but he don't need none

I'm all time, like the Wall at the Bank

You've no shot, like you drawing a blank

Honestly, you probably couldn't hang, man, I've been drawing a blank

Giving you lines, while you sitting there and drawing a blank

So go in the rink, chilling like it's dough in the bank

And I’m flowing danker than a grower in Napa

Growing the stankest cannabis

Doing rap and pro-est smacking the hoe-est rappers

And showing the total package, like my flaccid is growing fatter

Samoan cracker, dapper rapper, had to keep going

Yeah, that rap is a wrap, I know you rappers napping, don't know it

There’s a dagger pita pappa, tapping on the window

It’s a real accurate metaphor of what you having in store

And I be snapping, I mean I be splashing on the - pane me your rain

Falling quicker than Aladdin for his dame

Oh, you better than me?

[Outro]

Bruh