Bunk

Yo, I gotta get one thing straight

You gotta tell me this shit though

Why your girl bunk?

I don't wanna pop my god damn trunk

I don't wanna smoke my self with a skunk

I don't wanna push my self out of luck, huh?

Got good brain, but I'm dumb

Think I got a diamond ring, I'll put it on my thumb

Think I gotta ask your girl where she from

Think I gotta pipe your thot, then I'll run, yeah, baby

Okay, alright, diamonds blinding, on sight, huh

Okay, last night, your mommy wanted the pipe, huh

Where your mom? On my dong

Broke her thong, GF strong

Splashing in a game, I'm pretty much like playing water pong

I mediate the pipe, it's gon' mediate the thot

If I mediate the thot, it's gon' extrapolate the top

If I extrapolate the top, then my songs won't flop

If my songs don't flop, yeah, fuck a normal job

Yeah, I got an average bod, like the peas to the pod

Got the keys to the 'rage, where the Jeep's looking posh

And the bee's to the honey, where the money stack a lot

Got the Z, Z's to the B, C, L-M-N-O-P-P

Tell me when you see me, in the big sea

On a big yacht, looking fresh G, aye, baby

Why your girl bunk?

I don't wanna pop my god damn trunk

I don't wanna smoke my self with a skunk

I don't wanna push my self out of luck, huh?

Got good brain, but I'm dumb

Think I got a diamond ring, I'll put it on my thumb

Think I gotta ask your girl where she from

Think I gotta pipe your thot, then I'll run, yeah, baby

Think I got a diamond ring, I'll put it on my thumb, aye

VVS is shining while you mad that you a bum, aye

All these girls want me, they all said that I'm the one, aye

I know that you only want me for all of my huns, aye

She gon' shake ass 'cause I'm throwing these ones, aye

I don't like girls who do not like to have fun, aye

Diamonds, they shining brighter than the sun, aye

Talking that mess, Apollo let me get the gun, aye

I don't want no problems, I just want a bag

2018, pull up to my high school in a Jag'

Bottle in the passenger and cash all in the bag

Tryna turn bbno$ into baby hella bands, uh

Uh, I do this, you stupid

I got all the juice, I ain't talking 'bout who mixed the Kool-Aid

No wait, a Kool-Aid I'm too cray, you too lame, I'm too paid

You too fake, I take your girl today, you bitch

Why your girl bunk?

I don't wanna pop my god damn trunk

I don't wanna smoke my self with a skunk

I don't wanna push my self out of luck, huh?

Got good brain, but I'm dumb

Think I got a diamond ring, I'll put it on my thumb

Think I gotta ask your girl where she from

Think I gotta pipe your thot, then I'll run, yeah, baby