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Yeah, I am
Y'all can't spell shit, no way, fuck it (let's go baby)
Hey
Ricky Henderson, parking when I lead off
Road rage, I'm just letting the love steam off
I don't need no ice to look good, took my ring off
Who I look like, Vladimir Konstantinos
Talk to me like a drive-thru menu
Woke up late, need a ride to the venue
Trying to get customer service over at T-MU
They sent me a E-MU, I ordered a C-DU
Yikes, small things to a giant, trust nobody 'cause they unreliant
These rats out in Beekman's world for the science
They zero G, gravity defiant
Who they think they are, Buzz Light-year
For them to get a buzz, it'll probably take a light year, shit
I gotta buzz off this light there
Who said we came, boy, I'm about to smoke right here (right here)
This ain't an episode of Law and Order
Holding all them grudges on me, y'all some hoarders
Trying to Uber disorder, y'all got Uber disorders
See what I did there, screen recorders
I'm fly like Daniel Sun with the chopsticks
Sipping on some Kettle One in the tropics
Flip my Crocs into sport mode right quick
If I ever feel it's going down, I can drive kick
Just don't give me no problems
Texas Instruments, I'm really going to solve them
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
I'm going to change my name to Felipe Gonzalez
Fat lady singing gets the opera done
Some of y'all got some ops with lots of guns
Your girl keep coming home with lots of ones, dog
I don't think she really working at the Cinnabon
Disrespectful like a Blake Griffin dunk
That's that Gryffindor mid, that's that Hufflepuff skunk
That 50-gada nose like some Philippa gets drunk
That's a corny-ass bop, bop-a-dum-ba-dum-bop
L-O-L, don't quit your day job
J-Lo used to get porked by A-Rod
Hook her with a neck brace, go get you a break job
If she try to rob you, hit the panic on your key file
On those big jobs, you going to have that
We get it out the dirt like a crab over cactus
Y'all ain't make the team, we trying to act like your baddest
Like, dang, they could at least let y'all practice
Lil' weenies go suck a zucchini
R.I.P. to Uncle Phil and Mr. Feeny
These rappers don't really own all them Lamborghini's
That's clickbait, like ice-spicing a bikini
I ain't going quietly, like a funeral home
I'm going to keep winning while y'all say I'm doing something wrong
I can't see the connection like a fuser's blown
Oh, I got Louis Vuitton closing that mobile home
Ship in, got the birdie from the trap
Lying by who, they distribute a cap
I don't trust no mechanic telling me the facts
Unless he got that Billy Ray mullet curly in the back
Wordy when I rap like I'm filibustering
And I'm going to keep going until I'm killed or something
I got no chill like Gorilla Scuffler
Where the zookeeper at? Really, woman?
Put that Karen in the sharpshooter, tap her out
I'm in the trap house and I got my trapper keeper out
You working after hours, really, you just have to clap
Stop and ask yourself one thing, do you matter now?
(Do you?)