[Verse 1]
I don't like drill no more, it's tired cah bare man liars
If you lot saw my priors, you'd call me Michael Myers
I went 'round there on bike, somethin' got punctured, it weren't my tires
You ain't seen waps get hired and in the blink of an eye get fired
This car ain't got no tints, I'm riskin' it
This fishbowl ain't got little fish in it
I had the fish in the 'Rex, finshed whiskin' it
Pyrex whip with my wrist in it
Whip, whippin' it
Whip, whippin' it
Whip, whippin' it
I whip, do you get the jist of it?
Yo, custard cream all in her tongue, still can't suck like the bourbon one
If she don't suck dick, then talkin' done, better leave this crib when mornin' comes
Can't bring no worthless girl to the bit, man give her some dick in the bando
Her mom still calls me a jancro, heard that I'm bustin' it down on my zanco
Look, I ain't nothin' like them, why would I lie?
Make corn connect to his chest like Wi-Fi
I never touched his girl, side eye
A lot of man don't like me and it's likewise
Ugh, ick, he's makin' me sick, telling the world that I fucked his bitch (I never fucked his bitch)
I got a wife at home, what you tryna do, ruin my relationship?
[Chorus]
If you ain't got me, move from side of man
Jump out now with the nine and bine a man
See a man climb up the wall like Spider-Man
Extendo, but we need a fryin' pan
Sixteen shots in the glee, but I was sixteen in **** doin' sniper gang
Jump out the whip and swipe a man
Flick my ching, then swing and knife a man
If you ain't got me, move from side of man
Jump out now with the nine and bine a man
See a man climb up the wall like Spider-Man
Extendo, but we need a fryin' pan
Sixteen shots in the glee, but I was sixteen in **** doin' sniper gang
Jump out the whip and swipe a man
Flick my ching, then swing and knife a man
I don't like drill no more, it's tired cah bare man liars
If you lot saw my priors, you'd call me Michael Myers
I went 'round there on bike, somethin' got punctured, it weren't my tires
You ain't seen waps get hired and in the blink of an eye get fired
This car ain't got no tints, I'm riskin' it
This fishbowl ain't got little fish in it
I had the fish in the 'Rex, finshed whiskin' it
Pyrex whip with my wrist in it
Whip, whippin' it
Whip, whippin' it
Whip, whippin' it
I whip, do you get the jist of it?
Yo, custard cream all in her tongue, still can't suck like the bourbon one
If she don't suck dick, then talkin' done, better leave this crib when mornin' comes
Can't bring no worthless girl to the bit, man give her some dick in the bando
Her mom still calls me a jancro, heard that I'm bustin' it down on my zanco
Look, I ain't nothin' like them, why would I lie?
Make corn connect to his chest like Wi-Fi
I never touched his girl, side eye
A lot of man don't like me and it's likewise
Ugh, ick, he's makin' me sick, telling the world that I fucked his bitch (I never fucked his bitch)
I got a wife at home, what you tryna do, ruin my relationship?
[Chorus]
If you ain't got me, move from side of man
Jump out now with the nine and bine a man
See a man climb up the wall like Spider-Man
Extendo, but we need a fryin' pan
Sixteen shots in the glee, but I was sixteen in **** doin' sniper gang
Jump out the whip and swipe a man
Flick my ching, then swing and knife a man
If you ain't got me, move from side of man
Jump out now with the nine and bine a man
See a man climb up the wall like Spider-Man
Extendo, but we need a fryin' pan
Sixteen shots in the glee, but I was sixteen in **** doin' sniper gang
Jump out the whip and swipe a man
Flick my ching, then swing and knife a man
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