[ Featuring Denzel Curry, NickNack ]
Aw Lord baby, she got a flip phone
Da damn baby, I been smokin'
Been chokin' and it's so potent baby
We high baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg
Baby? You a giant baby
You steppin' on these niggas' necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that
Ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on
The, on the top of them, big baby
And choke them even harder, cause you's a dog
You's a, you's a f*ckin' champ
These are puppies baby
They can't, they can't f*ck with you baby
Lord
Racks on racks on racks
(yeah) Dapper Dan all on my back (Right)
Double G all on my cap
(yeah) monogram on a Maybach (Smear)
Testin' that pussy like Pap
(Smear) eatin' that bitch from
The back (yeah) mumble rap all on that cat
(yeah) Lil Pump, she makin' it clap
I'm 'bout to write Yammy a letter
Tell 'em I'm doin' way better (Right)
"Plain Jane" the song of the year
(yeah) I'm busy just chasin' the lettuce
I'm a Calvin Klein model on billboards
I did a campaign with the fellas (Right)
Adidas done gave me another
Deal and Hennessy too, they got cheddar
(Alright) shoot videos in the PJs
(yeah) then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sendin' me all these free clothes
(Right) momma just put it on eBay
I run the shit like a relay
Niggas gon' have to press replay
Yammy say "Hi!" to my daddy for me
And Jam Master Jay for TJ
Goddamn, nigga
When it be raining outside nigga
You the umbrella
Cause that shit just bounce off
You with that Gucci
God, nigga I'ma call you Kristi YamaGucci
Baby cause you just all over the
F*ckin' world with this shit, baby
Niggas cannot touch you
Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You don't wanna see a
Pretty scene get drastic
F*ckin' with the Lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring your clothes to the
Screen like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel, no actin'
Pap pap, puttin' everything inside a casket
Track that, everything is gonna be a classic
Wrap that
Put that bitch inside a prophylactic
When I'm rappin', got no heart
I'm double tappin'
From a city built on coke and pistol packin'
See you flaggin' and they
Packin' what you lackin'
Take you out and then they
Act like nothin' happen
Amnesia got rid of the heater
Back in the hood where they blowin' on reefer
I follow the light while
You follow the leader
Now a nigga overseas where
They checkin' my Visa, look
Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got?
Is that a Nextel baby, no, a Chirp baby
This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the f*ck
Nigga, you gotta step it up
You need to get you a trap phone
Nigga you need to get one
Of these f*ckin' Motorolas, baby
Niggas can't even track us, baby
Finger roll, finger roll, finger
Roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin' on my enemies, I ain't
Even tyin' up the pumps, huh
Imagine when I tie 'em up, yeah
I shake 'em, they gon' need a crutch, yeah
And I ain't talkin' groupie bitches
When I say they got their panties in a bunch
I'm talkin' niggas, I ain't talkin' nada
They ain't talkin' figures, gotta be six
Seven or better
Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace? You gon' have to step up
Cruisin' in a Wraith
See if they make it get-up
Pull up to the place
F*cked her when we met up
Yeah, I'm gettin' buzz, but I never let up
I ain't seen a doctor, but I got my check up
Check up, check up, check up, check up
I'm playin' chess, you stuck on checkers
That's why your gang can never check us
They take your chain, and now you neck less
Check up, check up, check up, check up
I got a check on my watch (Wait)
I'm losin' track of time
Cause I don't hear tick or no tock (Yup)
