Balls to the walls
Yeah i'm deckin all the f*ckin halls
Started off small
Now i'm bigger than all you motherf*ckers thought
Mumble in the jumble
That's my saying motherf*cker
Cuz I don't know where i'm going
But you best know I'm a big bucker
Got cash in my ass call me f*ckin boss baby
Yo tengo los dijerones yo tengo los dijerones
Munchin on the munchies getting sucked on by the ladies
Tu mama es muy gordo tu mama es muy gordo
I wrote this shit in 15 minutes and it f*ckin shows
There's a meaning to it all, genius lyrics for sure knows
One, two, three, four, countin all the blue bands
Five, six, seven, eight, i'm suspected for contraband
I gave away some my drugs to the venezuelan state
Felt bad for their economy, just tryna set the record straight
I got good intentions through all the mess
I'm a good guy I don't how much more i can stress
I'm the best, tiddies surroundin my face, also suspected for rape
I wanna rap battle Drake, he has a ghost writer and he's Millie Bobby Brown's daddy
Oop- call me a vsco girl with all this metal
Drowning in ice like a titanic fellow
All my lucid dreams are cash
Juice WRLD 5am, I'm boutta spas
Flow class 101
You ain't the number one, you better f*ckin run,
Yeah bitch you f*ckin done, bruh you a f*ckin nun,
Who you f*ckin? none, just take a look at record, there is none
Take a breath, stress it
Suck me off, undress it
Bitch, I ain't got time for this shit
I just wanna hear the bass