Bruh...

Bruh Bruh LD Bruh A.K.A Stem Cells Evrrybody know the cat like a dope meme I got 'em buzzing off the crack like a dope fiend They saw 'em come up with a Mac, yeah, I'm so Steve Nowadays, bitches tryna crack, got 'em ODing Like, how them hoes want to get it with L? They know it's cold enough to charge, like a letterman sale If they gon' stand behind the bars, I'm in federal jail I'm going far like a general mail On that note, I got the fellas saying "What up," the tape, what up? The same motherfucker playing with his steak cut up I'm great, shut up, the flowing, no debate, just us I'm out of shape, but I'm straight to fuck Yeah, you know I got a chicken in the condo I was sick of getting off beat, she a bongo Now she playing with the hard D, being Rondo Drunk and go inside her all sweet like a Strongbow, how I'ma do? I got your ex coming next like a W do I gotta flex, I'm the best, now I'm being direct I'm unimpressed by these bitches that I see in the press I'm kinda vexed by the trash like I'm cleaning a mess 'Cause they as real when they rap as a Chia's a pet They old news, stocks plummet, men's leg hair, they ain't cut it Forget about your era, Pat Summitt Finesse writtens I wanna get a hundred bitches and fuck with the spitting Religious like a couple of post-marital Christians I've been official, Dick Bevetta a living You better dig it like you bitches got a mill in the ditch I'm killing this shit I been kicking like a villainous ninja My shit is gripping when I run it, how the fuck I be slipping? I be intimate with them hoes, she never flummoxed I take chick, pee, and smash, I call it hummus And I be funny with this shit, I'm just playing And still nobody fucking with the kid, I'm just saying, ah Got a chicken parm on the date, it seem But I don't even know the broad, she just grating the cheese I don't even got a job, I just blaze and free But still they give a boy bands, 98 degrees So come fuck with me I got a couple hundred bitches doing drugs with me And I got a couple dozen bitches tryna hug Dicky And I got a couple bitches who be steady fucking me Hey, that's a good ass life Only thing I got left, find a good ass wife But yo, I gotta hit these hoes first, don't tell Mom But in a year, I'ma bend over Michelle Obama Bruh, you know I gotta do it while I'm hot I'm tryna get blew in most states like Barack I'm tryna show a boo the last name of the Rock And put her on D 'til we O, J Watt I never hit the scene, when I do, I'm high and wasted I'm fucking with them jeans, love them bitches high-waisted I run around your team, you a player, but I'm Naismith And I command V, while you copy, I just paste it, face it Hotel got 'em puffing on the L, going harder than some hail, you ain't knew it If evrrybody had to tell the truth, and you had to pick a dude Spitting better than your dude, can't do it Telling me, damn, you got bitches, damn, you got hoes Damn, you got money, but damn, I got flow Damn, you got riches, damn, you got clothes Damn, you got honeys, but damn, I got soul, hold up This shit I'm making's always tight, it's like a yoga store They all up in the other boat, it's why I'm overboard I'm taking time to do it right, it's like a soda pour 'Cause we ain't loving all you bitches like we spoken for Damn, packing the bandwagon, the man cracking The man packing the stands, had them clapping they hands Tagging they Grams, Manhattan was ham Slapping the fans, playing having the plan Fans rapping the jams, sagging my pants You see the type of shit I do on the track? Hot shit, like I poop in the jacket Won't mack your bitch, but yo, I'm 'bout to come and mack your clique Your whole friend group fucking with Dick (no hetero) I yawn when I hear these motherfuckers on the radio They ball all retarded, Cuba Gooding up in radio I long for the moment I can say that's not debatable I'm past that, I wonder who appreciate it like a Snapchat Aflac, duck the dude, I'm going hard for the grind, but I tuck this move I made war with the rhymes, motherfuck your crew These bitches going Adolf, tryna fuck this Jew I'm too nice, like a motherfucker that fell in love with a boo twice As in double as fuckable as he was and dude tries To be subtle and get her cuddling Venting her troubles and getting her truffles And ending up befuddled when she don't fuck him And someone tell him, "Listen, you bugging She never fucking a pedestrian muggle like you So why all the trouble?" but he rebuttal with "I think I just love her, so I would shudder at the thought Of being anything other than nice?" (I'm that nice) Peeping like a Porta Potty It wasn't even deep, dang, shit is still a hobby It's too bad bitches sleeping on me, threesome 'Cause now these bitches want to help, but he don't need none I'm all time, like the Wall at the Bank You've no shot, like you drawing a blank Honestly, you probably couldn't hang, man, I've been drawing a blank Giving you lines, while you sitting there and drawing a blank So go in the rink, chilling like it's dough in the bank And I'm flowing danker than a grower in Napa Growing the stankest cannabis Doing rap and pro-est smacking the hoe-est rappers And showing the total package, like my flaccid is growing fatter Samoan cracker, dapper rapper, had to keep going Yeah, that rap is a wrap, I know you rappers napping, don't know it There's a dagger pita pappa, tapping on the window It's a real accurate metaphor of what you having in store And I be snapping, I mean I be splashing on the pane me your rain Falling quicker than Aladdin for his dame Oh, you better than me? Bruh