Beetleborgs

(Bye, Kyle) Brr Thinkin' he nuts? AR do the vasectomy (brr, bah, boom, bah) Baccarat, Creed, but I still smell the jealousy Hundred percent, you be giving it 70 Uppin' my weaponry, searching for enemies (ayo, Cordae, where they at?) You can hear the Redeye rumble like it's Anthony Johnson Spent five at Saks, I was casually shoppin' (shit, shit) Got a sweet tooth for pape', goddamn, think my cavities rotten (shit) Fly as hell, ain't no gravity options Outer space, in the galaxy watchin' If you down, make a strategy, plot it I don't do the Tris, shit, I'm happily wockin' Try to ride this wave and get drowned, category five Try to ride this wave and get drowned, category five Yeah, ayy, try and ride this wave, no category Keep the Glock 19, no statutory (woo) Call me "Dexter," how I stay in the laboratory Shit, I'd rather get high, watch Rick and Morty What the gang and the trap, that's negatory My dick harder than a test, bitch, take it for me And I really got the juice, get naked for me And if I can't make you cum, you better fake it for me Never mind, end of story I was just talking to my nigga He be hangin' with gorillas in the middle of the winter like Tarzan Now, I be chilling in the villa with some bitches havin' thriller 'Cause I'm known to spit the fire like Charmander How I buy a new Ferrari if a Carvana Just bought a new crib out in Tarzana I'm the shit, I'm that nigga, I'm the commander I'm the shit, lil' nigga, no propaganda Brr He think he big and bad 'til gang equip some masks and slide down like some Beetleborgs Fiends ain't got no diabetes, what you think the needles for? When I smash the pedal in the 'Hawk, you hear some eagles soar (skrrt, skrrt) Yerkys got me booted like a car with a ticket Blood, sweat, and tears, goin' hard, start to the finish Flying 'round iron attached, Tony Stark on the mission Moon rock in the stout, gon' go to Mars if you hit it Fuck a money counter, I can add it up like Archimedes One of one, I see some fake replicas, but it's hard to be me Mister Pull-Up-Make-It-Boom (boom), try not to start Habibi Think yo' bitch a zombie, when I come around she start to eat me That bitch start to eat me, hey Start to eat me, what? Bitch, start to eat me Yeah, uh I'm a bastard to Father Time, raised alone by Mother Nature When they see you doin' well for yourself, they love to hate you I discovered paper, young brother covered a dozen acres Catch me courtside watching the Clippers, I love the Lakers Vanity chasing, ego fragile like Anthony Davis I smoke a blunt and wonder why y'all niggas champion races I'm handsome and favored, not to mention my pockets is chubby Really wish I met my idols, knew that Pac would've loved me Stop sayin' lucky, manifest a young god in the rugby With the Pumas that match, I'm stackin' this lucrative cash Add enough to check for times, I couldn't do good at math Could be stressing over life, but I just choose to relax, motherfucker