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(Bye Kyle) (Brr) Thinkin' these nuts they'll do vasectomy (Brr, ah, boom) Bucharest creepin', but I still smell the jealousy 100 percent you'll be givin' this 70 Uppin my weaponry, searchin' for enemies (Ayy, yo, Cordae where they at) You can hear the red eye rumble like it's emptyin' me Johnson Spent [?] sex, I was casually shoppin (Skrrt, skrrt) Diamonds sweet too [?] Fly as hell, ain't no gravity options I just space in a Galaxy watchin' (Phew) If you down, make a strategy plottin' I don't do the trick shit, I'm happily walkin' (Tryna ride this wifey, it get drunk, phew) (Category 5) (Tryna ride this wifey, it get drunk, phew) (Category 5) Yeah, ayy, tryna ride this wave, no category Keep this Glock 19, no step story (Woo) Call me Dex, how I stay in the laboratory Shit, I'd rather get high, watch Rick and Morty What the gang and the trap death niggatory My dick harder than a test, bitch, take it for me And I really got the juice, get naked for me And if I can't make you, call me, better take it for me SongtexteNevermind in the story I was just talkin' to my nigga He be hangin' with gorillas and the [?] like Tarzan Now, I be chillin' in the villa with some bitches havin' trilla 'Cause I'm known to spit the fire like Charmander How I buy a new Ferrari if a car [?] Just bought a new crib, bought a Tarzana I'm the shit, I'm that nigga, I'm the commander I'm the shit, lil' nigga, no propaganda (Brr) He think he big and bad 'til gangy put some ass Can slide down like some beetle boards Cheese ain't got no diabetes, what you think the needles for? When I smash the pedal and the hawk you hear smeegle sword [?] got me booted like a car with a ticket Lil' sweatin' tears goin' hard, start to the finish Flyin' 'round I ain't even attached, Tony Stark on the mission Moonrockin' the style go over to Mars if you hear it Fuck a money counter, I can add it up like car comedians One to one, I see some fake replicas, but it's hard to beat me Mr. Pull Up Make It Boom (Boom), try not to start a [?] Think yo' bitch a zombie, when I come around she start to eat me (That bitch start to eat me, huh) (Start to eat me, what?) (Bitch, start to eat me) Yeah, uh, I'm a bastard, the father time rates a long But Mother Nature, when they see you doin' well for yourself They love to hate you, I discover paper Young brother covered the dozen acres Catch me courtside watchin' the Clippers, I love the Lakers [?] chasin', ego fragile like Anthony Davis I smoke a blunt and wonder why y'all niggas champion races I'm handsome and favorite, not to mention my [?] chubby Really wish I met my idols, knew that Pac would've loved me Stop sayin' lucky, manifest it young garden, the rugby With the Pumas that match, I'm stackin' this lucrative cash Add enough to check for times, I couldn't do good at math Could be stressin' over life but I just choose to relax, motherfucker Aus Songtexte Mania