Lyrics
It’s 6 missed call in my six Motorolas
Like everything in threes when I’m thinking things over
I’m in the Range Rover off-road damn boulder I hit
Pop the driver side tire put a hole in the shit
So, I go to the trunk to get the spare and a tire iron
Stare at my reflection in the tire iron
Oh you slimy ol' dog, handsome devil you bastard
I see why you get the M’s like a W backwards
Pick up a couple brews now let me unbuckle you
Pussy pink as Super Buu but I ain’t fuckin' with Casper
I had a baby panda, you probably had a ferret
You probably had to share it, it wasn’t even yours
It’s vasto lorde espada big kahuna don dadda
Then I dive to the bottom of the infinite sea
And hold my breath for a minute while I mention the team
What up Rich, what up Will
What up Cam, what up Brown
What up James, what up Reese
What up Pam, what up Nate
What up TJ, what up Tim
What up Eb, what up Robb
What up Scooch, what up Tone
What up Tae, what up Los
What up Pouya, what up Nick
What up Moe, what up K What up Chris, what up Meechie
What up Sko, what up Tear
What up Breeze, what up DougE, what up?
It’s 2017 and we doublin' up Got a room just for my baby ape
His name is Trunks his mixtape on the way
And all my niggas HP high as hell
So you try us and fail
It’s like pullin' on a lion’s tail
You know what that’ll end up like nigga
On the episode of America’s dumbest man
And I swear I need these hoes like a hole in the stomach
My nigga I’m playin' Final Fantasy and drinkin' a 'Tussin
When Aerith died, nigga I admit it, I cried a bit
Take a real nigga to acknowledge it, you probably did too
I’m eatin' tangerine flake crusted chicken Empanadas from Poppy’s
Akuma prayer beads lookin' stocky
I’m jumpin from the box seat
I’m up high watching his Key & Peele while I peel fruit into my Kashi
Organic gang goin' green for the thotties
We take a nature walk I guarantee she finna top me Breaker do you copy? They faker than Itachi illusions
Nigga I do not see me losin'
Never
Hey fuck you SeaWorld, I see you bitch ass niggas
When I see y’all in the streets you know what it is It’s cracking for you fag fuckboys
Let my nigga Willy go, let my nigga Steve go They both seals in this bitch but they want out
These niggas need they freedom, they tryna eat
These niggas need fish bree
You niggas out here fuckin around leaving them in the tanks all day,
ain’t cleaning that shit
These niggas stink, they shittin' in the same water that they sleepin' in,
fucker
SeaWorld, you bitch ass niggas can’t live long as I’m out here
I see you niggas out at the Longjohn Silvers and shit, selling the same fish
that you had in the goddamn aquarium
You niggas ain’t shit