[Spoken: Lil Dicky]

Finally in Europe

Bup, ding bup

LD A.K.A Bup Bup

Ding bup

I can do what I want when I rap

Okay, that’s enough

[Verse 1: Lil Dicky]

Oh my god, I’m popping out in Europe

Oh, they slipping, gotta wipe the floor up

I’m the type of dude that never liked decorum

I give no fucks, I’m farting at the urinal

Mama used to call me Davey Wavy

Twenty years later, Davey wavy

I’m Russell Westbrook, the guard changing

Still push the same car, baby

Old whip, stilly on the map, new bitches in the back

They been fucking with the kid for a minute

Oh my my

Got ‘em looking like they ‘bout to go and let a motherfucker in to rip it like a ticket

I be going to bed like this

I don’t even gotta go and pretend I’m this

I don’t even gotta trip

Still in that London apartment like aye

My girl look like she got Parkinson’s, aye

I got her moving and shaking like ay

I’m coming first when I let her like ay

Turning up everywhere, Johnny Manziel

I got somebody else checking my mail

Hoes in formation, I’m feeling like Bey

I just don’t see how someone could debate

They don’t even like to post me on FADER

Fuck it, I’m what they all not

Labels they know it, they call lot

I got OGs in my call log

I can't name names

Just know I been great to the greatest

But, fuck it, it’s your blog

I bet they love this on Worldstar

No bugging me, that’s a girl car

Fifty just hit me like, damn homie

Go by Lil Dicky, I’m saying

Still, shit a landslide

How this shit be holding up with their hands tied

How this shit be blowing up, Nicki pants size

Could this shit break ground, that’s a landslide

Got hits, John Kruk with the hand-eye

You don’t see the light of day, I’m like a tan thigh

And I drop a video, ton of impressions

I look around, I see nothing but impressions

[Spoken: Lil Dicky (Tim Westwood)]

Not of me Tim, just of each other

(hmm)

Yeah, Tim Tim Tim Tim Tim

(That’s me baby)

I know, do you think I’m gonna meet my wife in London?

(I hope so)

She could be here, no?

(Yeah, waiting for you, baby)

Oh

[Verse 2: Lil Dicky]

Oh, they was sleeping, but now they awake

Is he a Drizzy or Louis CK?

If he was both of them bitches with both of them businesses, shit would be criggity-cray

Wish after wish like I’m blowing this cake

Bitch after bitch, they been hollering my name

Cling to my wood like a newborn koala

Cap on my shit when I twist like Odwalla

Okay, now they trying to get involved with it

No girl yet, I gotta see ‘em all first

No chain, I been trying to keep it all business

Lay it down like manure and the shit work

Drinking my water, I pick up a quarter

You know that the money get saved, ay whoa

Why you recording? Reporters recording the shit that I say, ay

I don’t even gotta downgrade it

I ain’t loving what I found lately

People look at me prayer hoping

People look at you Periscoping

I might have to be a tastemaker

This ain’t Iggy, but I date Lakers

[Spoken: Lil Dicky (Tim Westwood)]

I go out with them, sometimes

(Very cool)

[Verse 3: Lil Dicky]

Cut the losses, cut the bosses

Independent, fuck the office

At the Wingstop, bunch of sauces

Shout to Rick Ross, huh, bossing

I ain’t peak yet

I don’t p jet

Fly coach, Jay Wright shit

They send me Nikes, send me Reeboks

Got a new box, I ain’t peek yet

But I been skim milk chugging with a bitch hot as asphalt

Bitch wonder why I’m cumming quick, it’s your ass fault

Say what you want, I be saying shit later

You watching movies and wish you could date her

My life a movie, I think I might date her

I’d hit her on Twitter but I’m out of data

[Spoken: Lil Dicky]

I always run out of data

Is it ‘day-ta’ or ‘dah-ta’?

I hope it’s ‘day-ta’ for the sake of the rhyme

I even upgraded my plan

I swear, I do a lot of social media

Alright, thank you