[Verse]
Look, I like to play it cool like I'm not that
On the low, who’d assume that I got that?
I don’t know but the dude with the tall frappé
Looking all loopy and all that, even Babe Ruth wouldn't call that
I don't even sweat it, though
They be hesitant as if my credit low
But shit’ll hit 'em quicker than an edible
I’m ‘bout to run for Senate, ho
You won’t even send a vote
Been on top of cheese, I ain’t talkin' ‘bout oregano
I'm talkin' about yo cheddar, homie
I hit a college, and I’m fucked like I’m pledgin’ a frat
They 'bout to silhouette my nuts on American flags
Estoy contento, I'm muy estupendo
E’rybody know the cat like a dope meme
I got 'em buzzin’ off the crack like a dope fiend
They saw 'em come up with a Mac, yeah, I'm so Steve
Nowadays bitches tryin’ crack, got 'em ODin’
How them hoes wanna 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 goin’ far like a general mail
Swear I got the fellas sayin’ "What up?" The tape, what up?
Same ma’fucker playin’ with his steak cut up
I'm great, shut up, the flowin’, no debate, just us
I'm out of shape, but I'm straight to fuck
You know, I got a chicken in the condo
I was sick of gettin’ off beat, she a bongo
She playin’ with the hard D: Rondo
Go inside her all sweet like a Strongbow, how I'ma do?
I got your ex comin’ next like a W do
I gotta flex, I'm the best, now I'm bein’ direct
I'm unimpressed by these bitches that I see in the press
I'm kinda vexed by the trash, like I'm cleanin’ the mess
'Cause they as real when they rap as a Chia's a pet
Old news, stocks plummet, men's leg hair: they ain't cut it
Forget about your era: Pat Summitt
Best writtens, I’m tryna get a hundred bitches
To fuck with the spittin’ religious like a couple of post-marital Christians
Been official, Dick Bevetta a livin’
Better dig it like you bitches got a mil' in a ditch
And I'm killin’ this shit, I been kickin’ like a villainous ninja
Grippin’ when I run it, how the fuck I be slippin’?
I be intimate with them hoes, she never flummoxed
Take chick, pee, and smash, I call her hummus
And I be funny with this shit, I'm just playin’
Still nobody fuckin’ with the kid, I'm just sayin’, ah
Got a chicken parm on a date, it seem
But I don't even know the broad, she just gratin’ the cheese
I don't even got a job, I just blaze and free
But still they give the boy bands: 98 Degrees
So come fuck with me
Got a couple hundred bitches doin’ drugs with me
And I got a couple dozen bitches tryna hug Dicky
And I got a couple bitches who be steady fuckin’ 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
In a year I'ma bend over Michelle Obama
I gotta do it while I'm hot
Tryna get blew (blue) 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 fuckin’ with them jeans, love them bitches high-waisted
I run around your team, you a player, but I'm Naismith
I Command V, while you copy, I just paste it, face it
Hotel got 'em puffing on the L
Goin’ harder than some hail, you ain't knew it
If everybody had to tell the truth, and you had to pick a dude
Spittin’ better than your dude, can't do it, Sway talk to ‘em
Look, I like to play it cool like I'm not that
On the low, who’d assume that I got that?
I don’t know but the dude with the tall frappé
Looking all loopy and all that, even Babe Ruth wouldn't call that
I don't even sweat it, though
They be hesitant as if my credit low
But shit’ll hit 'em quicker than an edible
I’m ‘bout to run for Senate, ho
You won’t even send a vote
Been on top of cheese, I ain’t talkin' ‘bout oregano
I'm talkin' about yo cheddar, homie
I hit a college, and I’m fucked like I’m pledgin’ a frat
They 'bout to silhouette my nuts on American flags
Estoy contento, I'm muy estupendo
E’rybody know the cat like a dope meme
I got 'em buzzin’ off the crack like a dope fiend
They saw 'em come up with a Mac, yeah, I'm so Steve
Nowadays bitches tryin’ crack, got 'em ODin’
How them hoes wanna 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 goin’ far like a general mail
Swear I got the fellas sayin’ "What up?" The tape, what up?
Same ma’fucker playin’ with his steak cut up
I'm great, shut up, the flowin’, no debate, just us
I'm out of shape, but I'm straight to fuck
You know, I got a chicken in the condo
I was sick of gettin’ off beat, she a bongo
She playin’ with the hard D: Rondo
Go inside her all sweet like a Strongbow, how I'ma do?
I got your ex comin’ next like a W do
I gotta flex, I'm the best, now I'm bein’ direct
I'm unimpressed by these bitches that I see in the press
I'm kinda vexed by the trash, like I'm cleanin’ the mess
'Cause they as real when they rap as a Chia's a pet
Old news, stocks plummet, men's leg hair: they ain't cut it
Forget about your era: Pat Summitt
Best writtens, I’m tryna get a hundred bitches
To fuck with the spittin’ religious like a couple of post-marital Christians
Been official, Dick Bevetta a livin’
Better dig it like you bitches got a mil' in a ditch
And I'm killin’ this shit, I been kickin’ like a villainous ninja
Grippin’ when I run it, how the fuck I be slippin’?
I be intimate with them hoes, she never flummoxed
Take chick, pee, and smash, I call her hummus
And I be funny with this shit, I'm just playin’
Still nobody fuckin’ with the kid, I'm just sayin’, ah
Got a chicken parm on a date, it seem
But I don't even know the broad, she just gratin’ the cheese
I don't even got a job, I just blaze and free
But still they give the boy bands: 98 Degrees
So come fuck with me
Got a couple hundred bitches doin’ drugs with me
And I got a couple dozen bitches tryna hug Dicky
And I got a couple bitches who be steady fuckin’ 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
In a year I'ma bend over Michelle Obama
I gotta do it while I'm hot
Tryna get blew (blue) 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 fuckin’ with them jeans, love them bitches high-waisted
I run around your team, you a player, but I'm Naismith
I Command V, while you copy, I just paste it, face it
Hotel got 'em puffing on the L
Goin’ harder than some hail, you ain't knew it
If everybody had to tell the truth, and you had to pick a dude
Spittin’ better than your dude, can't do it, Sway talk to ‘em
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