Prod. @BigBagFTSlime
Lyrics:
Yuh. Ay.
Let's get it, let's go, like Trippie Redd
I'm out my mind, I'm mental, I'm out my head
I'm on the rise, I'm making bread
Ole girl got thighs that'll break your neck
Get on my side, it's no regrets
And I'm always live when I'm on the set
I'm always on, that's why they on my dick
I'm a stand up guy, I hate to sit
Laziness, it makes me sick
Feeling hazy, I'm finna space a bit
Man, these haters, they've been tasting dick
You hoes ain't slick, you just don't fucking listen
You're just tricking for a dicking
Looking for someone in the kitchen
Looking for a summer with a
Looking for someone with a
Listen, I don't like how you're coming with it
Build a whole tunnel in it
This is feeling governmental
This is feeling mental
What do I need a schedule
What do you need a pedo
What do you need a pedal
Brrr, I'm so fucking cold I can't spit
I'm sick, better keep a 6 foot distance
I'm Cunningham like the Detroit Pistons
Freak like the Summer of Sam
I'm a beast and they're hunting me down
I'm at my peak, I ain't dumbing it down
I reek, I smell like a pound
I'm a geek, I work in IT
I feast, I eat like I've never had a treat
Ay, these are just some random bars
I'm on a random card with a random Bart
Now who'd they pit me up against
I guess I'm just at large
I'm tall, I'm bald, I'm light
I guess I'm ready for a fight
All these Karens in my face
Like, you're white, you're white, you're white
You're white, you're white, you're white
I'm a nice man, bitch fuck your life
You look like you're comfortable under the knife
And you fake begin and end fights
A whole fake ten on a binge night
Like I fucked you and your friends right
Or I didn't, and then I'm gay, right
She's like, you gotta pay for it, you gotta beg for it
Put a leg up and get pegged for it
Bitch I'll make your head sore
On go, when I'm with it
Pro when I'm with it
On folks, I'm a get it
I don't regret my decisions
Bitch, I've always had the vision
Even without a pot to piss in
I was always staying living
When I seem I'm chill, I might be livid
Yea, when you been through what I have
You end up a little different
Not enough bitches bars
I guess I better get em in
I met this whoa at the party
I guess I better fit her in
We had the matching camo pants and the matching grins
She came up to me, asked me if I came with any friends
I said no, but it looks like me and you were meant
I look fresh, you look mint
We should chill and have some sex
Lightskin bitty started twerking
I started working
We were at Prime, and that was perfect
Her ass was clapping like a tambourine
With her panties sticking out
I'm eating good food, and by good food
I mean chicken wings and tacos
I've been swerving around Capitol
Man, dodging all the potholes
Man, meeting all these baddies and bitties, I'm gonzo
I'm in the jungle like the Congo
Beating the street like some bongos
Gotta cover my head like a poncho
Watch my back like a bronco
I ain't trying to end up in a fox hole
Or back in the rabbit hole writing manifestos
With a can of spam and pesto
Trying to make a plan out of a goddamn mess
And sense out of all this passive aggression
Sarcastic obsessions and plastic intentions
Ay, I'm just vibing what's your problem
Ay, I'm a giant, not a goblin
Ay, I'm not broke no more so stop it
Ay, I'll turn you up, you better watch it
I don't wear a watch but I'm clocking
Yea I swear to God but I got em
Pothead bomber, hear a fire beat and it's a goner
I'd n worked every shit job except for plumber
Labeled Dumb and Dumber
Told I'm hating who I'm loving
Not getting paid for what I've done
And I ain't holding you, I ain't holding back
I'm just relaxed, chill
Getting stacks, concealed
Freelance, get a deal
I'm trying to fill up vans with all my friends
Let's get it
I just need a chance
At last, it's Clifton
Just a taste.
