Sak Pase?

Yup, I met a Haitian girl

I like her perfume, she smell like fruit parfait

I'm yelling out sak pasé?

So I caught her attention, she started comin' my way

I like how her face and her waist look

Poke her like Facebook, I told her she can come stay

I still live in my parents' house

In the basement, I gotta make it out

Plaque chasing, I need a hundred thou

Impatient, I gotta get it now

Yup, I'm sick like stomach bile

Don't remember me, I guess it's been a while

After she gobble me, please do not bother me, pluck her out, cut her off turkey style

Yup, it's cold outside, so she got a red nose, no Rudolph

She throw it to me like Mason, I feel like I'm free

I need me some Margielas when I step outside and I snap you up cross your patella

Once I get the cheese, I'm immediately buying whatever

I Polo Ralph Lauren my sweater, and also my tee

Yup, oh yeah, Lank balling out, oh yeah

Nah, I do not care killin' these beats might put me in the chair

Yeah, so mean, nah, I ain't never bought a pair of blue jeans

Lank shit stepping out limousine, got a Haitian bitch come tryna stretch on me, damn

Now we back in my room and I'm massaging her like a pre-roll

Damn, I gotta work on my Creole, don't even know what she's saying, barely understand

I'm a wild boy like Steve-O, I might tat that shit on my hand and hit a headstand

I feel like 03 Greedo, I'm getting high as fuck no Xans, I barely can stand

Can't stand, yeah, I'm tryna get paid by the stanza

Fuck cancer, yeah