Lyrics
(What're we doing here again?)
I got produce on me, product on me
Lots of veggies, molly rollin'
Got shit ready by the corner, I be on my lonesome
Fuck, it's a party (it's a party over here)
Disassociating so I hardly know I'm real
My brain's 'bout two feet left of my body
So what's left of me is prolly runnin' on sedatives, prolly
I can check if this molly cut with the marquis
Check if it's meth, and if it is then I pop three
Said I'm tryna drown in my cash flow
Ah, let me float, yeah, ah, let me float
I be wiping tears with these bands hoe
Get out my phone, girl, get out my phone
I said, listen here lil' rascals, if y'all don't already know
Yeah, if y'all don't already know
Shit ain't as bad when your pants swole, that's jut my code
Look like my pockets bench pressing on 'em
Shimmy shimmy ya, yeah, cannot tell me nada
If they actin' fishy, cut 'em up like Benihana
Fendi Fendi Prada, basic bitches wear that
I don't even bother, I look like a monster
I look like a Sasquatch, should be the mascot
Frontman upper hand, take the last spot
This a rock band, '22 Camp Rock
Red-hot, Hannah Montana, how I can't stop
And we don't stop, so I won't stop
Felt the burn left my hand on the stove top
Guess nothing clicked not a light switch, Nosferatu?
It was teeawg' all along in the wall to spite you
Like, it's all a throwback, bitch
I blow it all up like it's code black, bitch
Life's an EXP farm and I'm Old Mac
E-I-E-I-O, eat them all in one go like it's OMAD, bitch
Said I'm tryna drown in my cash flow
Ah, let me float, yeah, ah, let me float
I be wipin' tears with these bands hoe
Get out my phone, girl, get out my phone
I said, listen here lil' rascals, if y'all don't already know
Yeah, if y'all don't already know
Shit ain't as bad when your pants swole, that's just my code (ay)
Look like my pockets bench pressing on 'em (ay, ay, look)