yeyeezytunechiweezy

Baow, bitch, baow

She want a shark, but I'm nothin' like none of these ****, I'm vicious, I'm a piranha, though (Slatt)

Hop in a straight, if you don't got a Drac', it get hot in this bitch like you stuck in a sauna (It get hot, it get hot)

They blowin' smoke wit' the gang but he don't got no bodies, the fuck, is the young **** high? (Is the young **** high?)

Shoot up the funeral, don't give a fuck where the pastor's at, that **** can die (That **** can die)

****'ll walk and talk like me, who kids is these? They must be mine (Y'all must be mine)

**** be sayin' this animals only, but what kind? It must be swine (It must be swine)

This ho tall so I gotta climb, come suck my dick, I'm tryna unwind (Okay, okay)

Young as hell wit' a ten mill' (Grrt), this grown ass man still playin' wit' nines (Baow, baow)

He took you but you hang with him, a lot of shit don't make sense (Why you hang with him?)

It's just a lot of shit I don't get, this nick', you don't wanna get hit wit' this

One **** had got hit wit' switch in the head, he ain't dead but it made him forget

One **** had got hit in his kidney, he ain't die but it made him shit

Bitch, I feel like Ye', I'm Yeezy, ****

Gettin' that Tunechi, Weezy, **** (Tunechi)

Boy, this shit too easy, ****

Remember they wouldn't believe a **** (Okay)

Come on, let's go, no sleazy, ****

My rap', they still gotta free that ****

You better talk to Jesus, ****

Soon we gon' send you to meet that **** (Hallelujah)

Fuck yo' man, I'll beat that ****

And if I can, I'ma smoke his ass (Baow, baow), it's gon' be R.I.P. that **** (R.I.P.)

Bad lil' Barbie call me Arby, she know this where the meat at, **** (We have the meats, we have the meats)

Tell me where you wanna meet at, ****

I'll fuck 'round, pull where you sleep at, **** (Baow, baow)

I'm blowin' as soon as I see that ****

A lot of **** don't like me

Because I'm the realest **** you gon' ever see

On some Freddy Krueger shit, I pull up in your dreams, on foe'nem, uh

You don't want smoke, ****, you better go 'head, we tryna Mr. Potato a **** (We switchin' his body parts around, aw, hell nah)

Cut off his hands, glue his dick to his forehead, we tryna rotten tomato a **** (Ew)

We paintin' 'em red, what you thought we was doin'? In California, we makin' a movie

You trickin' on bitches that's broke like a loosie, while I'm tryna crumble a bad bitch cookie

Somebody in here smell like dookie

Why this bitch act like I need her? I can't stand to smell her coochie (That shit stink)

Hoes be havin' me fucked up, had to look in the mirror like am I a goofy? (What?)

Bitch, do I look like a clown? (Really?)

If I throw some cash, is you gon' make that ass go 'round?

Is you gon' turn that ass around?

Is you gon' make that shit go up and down?

I feel like Ye', I'm Yeezy, ****

Gettin' that Tunechi, Weezy, ****

Boy, this shit too easy, ****

Remember they didn't believe a ****

Come on, let's go, no sleazy, ****

My rap', they still gotta free that ****

You better talk to Jesus, ****

Soon we gon' send you to meet that ****

Baow

I'm blowin' as soon as I see a ****

I'm blowin' as soon as I—

I'm blowin', I'm blowin' as soon as I see that ****, on B

Gang

Slatt, **** know what the fuck goin' on, big 2612 shit