Lyrics:
Chorus:
I'm keeping distance I'm not Mr. Asses kissing out,
We bring no cappin' every Sunday we'll be trappin' out,
They can't be trappin', soft like napkins, yet I wipe'em out,
Robbin' like Baskin', get the cream and watch it icing out,
Verse 1:
Troubling Batman in the phantom bumping MC Hammer,
Treating Monday like it's Sunday, now I fucking nap,
Put it in a package, finna go classic, now I fucking rap,
WTF happened? we were so glad bitch, now we're fucking sad,
You be so plastic, you be so fragile, so I gotta kick this out,
She'll be sarcastic, but I ain't stand it, when she said "pick this house",
Bitch I'm finna pick these hoes, then I'm finna light this L,
then I'm finna take pics with Rose, and I'll make those pics prevail,
I'm finna take shots all night, I'm finna take bucks online,
Cause I gotta bake ducks on lime, emulate the Picasso life,
For the tribe I'll do it twice, wouldn't die I'm in paradise,
I'm cracking up the ice, I'm hot like Jay-z wife,
King of diamonds in the phantom ain't no fucking problem,
If they asking about my meal I always keep that so precise,
and am all about'em brains like Einstein,
in comparison to yours I keep a tight rhyme,
Chorus:
I'm keeping distance I'm not Mr. Asses kissing out,
We bring no cappin' every Sunday we'll be trappin' out,
They can't be trappin', soft like napkins, yet I wipe'em out,
Robbin' like Baskin', get the cream and watch it icing out,
Verse 2:
Got the holy spirit, homeboy I just pull up with it,
Bitches think I got up in it, tax'em bitches for opinion,
back in school I didn't fit in, I just kiss'em then I fill'em,
Tell the truth you never listen, why your parents pay tuition,
Stay in prison, slaying rhythm, caught up on the top floor,
Duck a bitch, run a biz, all the way like 9-4,
I'll be like Pablo, with a bigger dick tho,
Yeah she was a stand up girl, but I made'er sit tho,
And I'm always all about them fucking Benjamins,
Pushing buttons, mixing weed and Nicotine,
Missile shopping, venom dropping, Kerosene,
That cherry poppin, cherish hoppin on the scene,
I see my vision clear cause'em eye drops,
We got more cheese and cream than a bite shop,
inactive like a captain at a flight stop,
I'm maybe useful in another life bruh,
Outta sight, in my mind, I ain't living dawg,
Just pop another half I ain't feeling dawg,
My mind is never blank, like a nerdy boy exam paper,
or a pencil case, big fat booty circle shape,
She'll be taking up the space, I'm just busy counting days,
Never sobered up since 8, those emotions been suppressed,
Explosive like grenade, grab your face mask and your vest,
Got them like a parade, and the clowns just got depressed,
They'll be stingy with the sauce, but I add more,
baby mama turned to widow cause the dad gone,
I just pull up, finna fill'em like a fat joint,
its not a different view, its just a different standpoint,
get it? you don't get it, its so sad, its so sad boy!!
