Macaulay Culkin

Sup, I got my hands on my face like Macaulay Culkin

Gave her the cig, but I let the smoke in

And it's the same dude

Black pants, brown boots, chest open

I traveled down the road and back again

My girl's golden

Black man, white fam

I feel like Jason Jordan

I play my albums front to back, it make me feel important

Apply compression when I spit so it don't get distorted

Piper chap, with the strap

Fuck the talk, get the warden

I think I'm Rick and Morty

In the lab, I take precautions

Snipe 'em out, burn the body

Stash the Glock, buy the coffin, nasty

Just for me, your style is my custody

Man, I should charge a shipping fee

These rappers don't mean shit to me

Two guns, Mulder and Scully, I'm solving mysteries

Feminist, pistol whip your **** first, that's chivalry

Sounding like my mini-me's

But you ain't got the heart to do these evil deeds

Debra Pack

Turn Stone Cold into Simple Steve

Where it at? Slap a **** up

Then I get the cream

Five bucks, six cookies

Sounding like a deal to me

Your shit don't appeal to me

My fans going here for me

Gots to keep it real for me

Shouldn't even be on no bills with me

These punk **** be killing me

That whack shit ain't trill to me

Fuck y'all ****, I take the heat

Don shit, ****