Hhhiii
A killer
Bananas like shit from a guhriller
Chasin down the skriller
The Postman I deliver
I'm goin out so much realer
than I came in y'all cannot contend
A lotta sheep can tend
to gatekeep heaven
Fuck u very much,
Opps or not
I don't own a Glock
But I carry like I'm pregnant
Embarazado but I ain embarrassed
I like my spot
I like smokin pot
A lot
(Yeah)
Taste a that first hit
Make no mistake
I'm finna create under the influence
of recreational drugs
Call it what u want even self medication
Push my luck like the enter key
(Oopsie)
Carefully,
Post that journal entry
I send shit yeah
Return to sender please
But they can't
turn me off like a leaky faucet
Took horney medicine
2 hours ago so u can't turn me off yet
(AW YEAHHH)
I talk about all the shit n Idgaf about consequences
as long as my homies will hear it
Too man-
y smart people done heard my shit before I sent it
N none of em said I shouldn't
U fuck don't wanna see me win
I fuck but no fucks to give
Jus kick back like an automatic
talk shit with a suthern accent
on accident without a fact check
N thats how we droppin the shit
Ima rinky dinky stinky lil shit,
Jus a lil bit
degenerate
Don't pay attention but will argue about it—
Anything man,
I'm fuckin german
My stubbornness is a potentiate
When it comes to bein me, I am the
king king king
I do my thing thing thing
My therapist is proud of me
My bio sibling think that I'm a freak
N that's the way I wanna keep it
A killer
Bananas like shit from a guhriller
Chasin down the skriller
The Postman I deliver
I'm goin out so much realer
than I came in y'all cannot contend
A lotta sheep can tend
to gatekeep heaven
Fuck u very much
Opps or not
I don't own a Glock
I like my spot
I like smokin pot
Not 2 many drugs like weed n music
Gettin lit
Can't stop lightin it
Can't stop putin it out
I always gotta have another hit
Writin songs is jus like smokin
The mic is hot
So's the zipp
My own ears sound blunt to my lips
I'm lysdexic so u know what I meant
But don't flip it cauz it fits
for the situation Rollin
with a — — than the shop at the Hampton inn
Now u on my jock n I ain lettin u in
Ur vagina's an
ocean
I keep my kids
in the gene pool where they can safely swim
Thank u
I ain't bein ur barista again
No fuck u
I'm sick of this shit
Man suck a chick's dick
So glad I got out of it
I ain't bein looked down on again
I ain't standin for bein stared at, I'm starin back
Yeah
A killer
Bananas like shit from a guhriller
Chasin down the skriller
The Postman I deliver
I'm goin out so much realer
than I came in y'all cannot contend
A lotta sheep can tend
to gatekeep heaven
Fuck u very much
Opps or not
I don't own a Glock
I like my spot
I like smokin pot