[Verse 1: Local-K]

Fat boy with the face of a God

Pull up at your place straight bumping Ma$e like what you want?

Yeah, I'm the teddy bear don

Got your senorita shaking like an extra batch of flan

Who be the neighborhood nuisance

Can't afford two chains cause I keep giving ya'll my two cents

Rapping yeah I do this, born with it like Judas

My hubris is a gift that even Zeus could never lift

Spark a spliff, grab a 40 concoctions that lead to bliss

Nab your bitch, kissing shorty she's undressing very quick

Pistol grip my Charles Dickens give me that Oliver Twist

Grab the slut, when I'm about to bust, all up in her what

Woah, almost went too far, coughing up a lung from all the honey and tar

Money and cars, the people want more money and cars

Its like a spar between your dreams and reality's czar

But see reality's hard, try to keep up with the Jones's

Lipo worked for Star so my future's not as hopeless but

In the meantime I'mma spit these mean rhymes

Middle finger up that's only half of the peace sign

[Bridge: Local-K] (x2)

Girl you got a problem? Go and shake that ass

Onomatopoeia girl, make it clap, she ask

Does it grow like a chia, can you make it last?

I said, girl you got a problem go and shake that ass

[Hook: Local-K] (x2)

King Tut, throw the gold on my casket

You wingnuts, I've got no times for these hasbins

Imagine, all it takes is some practice

If Hell on Earth, I'ma Mapquest Heaven's address

[Verse 2: Local-K]

Don't try this at home, see I'm the flyest

I might just have to smite you with my trident

Address me as your highness, then dress me with your diamonds

The world's mine, I'm breaking rules like a hymen

Pass the red rum until we seeing dead people

Netflix a movie maybe Brad Pitt or Don Cheadle

Oceans 12, I don't typically fuck with sequels

But I'm tryna be peaceful hit up the reverend go and chill at a cathedral

Somewhere in montecito rocking a speedo

I'm feeding seagulls hot cheetos until they drop to a fetal

Now I'm dodging PETA's subpoenas, but see I can't talk with the Pigs

I'm no Dr. Doolittle

When it come to the beats, I don't play second-fiddle

This my cease and desist

If you really tryna' step to my people I see no equal, posted like a perched eagle

Destined to be a legend I'm like a dead Beatle

So, check your head before you're seeing red

I'm built infrared, suggest you quit instead

The second you trip, learn your lesson never question a pimp

Bitch

[Bridge] (x2)

[Hook] (x2)