Mister

It's Mr. Run Me My Check Mr. Always Talking Baguettes Hit your man with a sidestep and then go run and get some neck That's on my father and everybody that still don't fuck with me Y'all quacks duck silly Double Goose off thrown benjis Shit real good, hoe Always puffing good, hoe Really off that good, hoe Really cop that q, hoe Hop right off that Q and make your block a fucking zoo, bro Then pop off in the loo, big boy Stop sniffing all that glue, bro Been going Planters All these rappers rocking Pampers All these dancers fucking cancers Pisces boy, the fucking prancer Literally your dick game is a dub I don't know why you say you'll run up I will give your girl a hug As soon as I run up in that club I introduce her to my plug and she gon like that shit Can't rap like me Can't write this shit Stu all night and shit Crew all hype and shit My family mighty lit My bank accounts all fucking blicked I'm crossfaded and fucking blitzed Just shut the fuck up I might pull up in a tugboat and go Popeye on your team Smoking spinach off a motherfucking tank of gasoline I call your bae a turkey way they fucking gobbuhling I'm giving thanks by spanking ass and leaving booty throbbuhling Oh my Don't know why Y'all all talk and no mind Don't mind me, brother I'm just out here dancing with your squeeze See i read em like a book and then recite em over beats like oh my Don't know why Y'all all smack and no rhyme Don't mind me, brother I'm just out here smoking something green See, I tried to play it cool and now I never wanna be You ain't see that one coming You ain't never gone thumping You ain't never wronged someone Damn, you must be a really nice guy See, I tried to do that shit Til I found I was really that guy Who you know still rock a 59 I'm really that fly It's all flight See, I never really felt 5'9 Felt like Lowe's or Home Depot Ya seen the whole damn team climb That's all me That's all mine from my mind All the grind All the time Call me chit next to all of this chat about my name and My lane and how the game ain't never gonna be the same Like Cobain, how I got everybody fucked up You know I keep a op bucked up Buckle up You know I made this boy nut up I got a homie in Puerto Rico Couple of blunts tucked up and When I hit that shit it'll take me back to tapes in the trunk Rochambeau and Old Town Road and All these VA fucks DMV shit 75 all love I reconnected with Heavy Shit, I might buy him a mai tie if he spin me on repeat Turning tables counter clockwise Making me shiver Making me lock eyes with these baddies all around me In the field with these land mines Oh my Don't know why Y'all all talk and no mind Don't mind me, brother I'm just out here dancing with your squeeze See i read em like a book and then recite em over beats like oh my Don't know why Y'all all smack and no rhyme Don't mind me, brother I'm just out here smoking something green See, I tried to play it cool and now I never wanna be