Beavis & Butthead

If the shit in the streets, ****, that's where I leave it

2zi the Butthead, this glizzy my Beavis

I'm doing 'em dirty, can't blame 'em for leaving

I hope these little **** know If you point it at me, ****

You better up it and squeeze it

And I never beef with a **** 'bout none of these bitches

You gotta give me another reason

Baby, just found out 'bout another bitch

So I know for a fact this time she leaving

Lately, I been trynna play this shit cool

But these lil' **** finna turn me into a demon

Got bread in my pocket, they throw it like Discus

And we slap the beef on the grill like a brisket

I was broke, then a bitch so I had to go fix it

Ten toes on the ground, got these bitches some millions

Till I go I'ma keep this shit pimping like Scotty

This drake on my lap while I sit on the potty

These forces is custom, I got 'em from Donny

We ain't get shit for Christmas, I guess we was naughty

2z lil' dundee I been in that water

We ain't doing no bitching, we just going harder

I'm leaving my mark, I’m gonna die with a marker

When it get a lil' hot, we just get a lil' smarter

You cool with him now, I'm heated, I'm cool with you

After I fuck, it ain't much I'ma do with you

Big booty bitch, I'm like damn, I need two of you

Mama, like damn, it ain't no getting through to you

In that water forever, I shoulda been a pirate

We hit that block, now they calling me private

I was getting money when it was a virus

We ain't had cable with no Miley Cyrus

They always told me this shit was gonna pay off

Mama was crying 'cause she kept getting layed off

All of that other shit I had to shake off

Feel like the migos 'cause I'm finna take off

Foot on the gas like I'm ripping the brakes off

We can meet up, we can have us a face-off

Let's see who can make the most bread like a bakeoff

Let's see who can work and never take a day off

I'm working like I'm tryna get to the playoffs

Bitch, I be running shit lil' 2z Adolf

If I get paranoid, I let the drake off

Should I put a hole in one? I don't even play golf

Broke ass **** still hating, do better

These **** throw salt, they don't ever throw pepper

You ain't pop nobody, ****, you ain't no stepper

X2 GMB, we the afroman

I'm losing my mind, but I still got my head on

Anything with a two, ****, that's what I'd bet on

I stand on my shit till both of my legs gone

If you ain't getting money, you gotta get the hell on