Brad Pitt's Cousin (feat. XP)

Slick shit, man, that's all we do

Hold up little homie, let me talk my truth

Made an Instagram for my cat and my cat doesn't even rap

And got more followers than you

Hold up

Let give my cat a bar

She's filthy, hey Cairo come here, baby

Now my cat's more famous than you ever will be

I been hustling

You can't tell me nothin'

I'm Brad Pitt's Ugly cousin

But when you're drunk at the wedding

Still gon' fuck him

See me in the club (Brad Pitt, that's my cousin)

Angelina, show me love (Brad Pitt, that's my cousin)

You got me fucked up (Brad Pitt, that's my cousin)

Like you don't know what's up (Bradley, he's cuzzo)

All my Angelinas, if you got it, let me see it

All my Angelinas, if you got it, let me see it

All my Angelinas, if you got it, let me see it

All my Angelinas, if you got it, let me see it

You're embarrassed, huh?

I'm in Paris, bruh

You brought your whole crew

I'm with my parents, bruh

Every white dude in America went to the barbershop

(Give me the Macklemore haircut)

Australia, they heard of me

Germany, they heard of me

Japan, they heard of me

It's a murder scene, you gon' learn some things

My dick named Ron Burgundy

I'm bad news with the pan flute

In a plaid suit, no can do, no, uh-uh, I don't work for free

I used to smoke that purple weed, sip a bunch of purple drank

And that shit did not work for me, and now I just sip herbal tea

I'm posted at the swap meet in a robe eating Church's wings

So cold, so cold, no Emergen-C

When you see me in the club (Brad Pitt, that's my cousin)

Angelina, show me love (Brad Pitt, that's my cousin)

You got me fucked up (Brad Pitt, that's my cousin)

Like you don't know what's up (Brad Pitt, Brad, Pitt)

All my Angelinas, if you got it, let me see it

All my Angelinas, if you got it, let me see it

All my Angelinas, if you got it, let me see it

All my Angelinas, if you got it, let me see it

Did it by myself, not a little bit of help

Nobody, nobody did nothing, I knelt

On my knees, said, God, please give me a deal

And God texted me back

Don't be dumb, young man, gotta do it yourself

It's up to you to turn the pen into a machete

And make sure that every beat that you meet gets killed

I treat the beat just like a pussy, and I eat it up

And beat it up and leave it fucked

Till you cannot compete with us

I'm weaving in and out of traffic in the Cadillac

Oh wait, is that us on the radio? Wait, is that us on the radio?

It's what I always dreamed of

Back when I had peach fuzz

Shoutout to the homie D

Um, who's D? Deez nuts

I'm eatin' chicken wings and onion rings

If you're wondering, yes I does my thing

And another thing, no puppet strings

Oh the company, we sucka free

I ain't trippin' on what the public think

Ten thousand, we hustling

This shit didn't happen overnight

This shit didn't happen suddenly

When you see me in the club (Brad Pitt, that's my cousin)

Angelina, show me love (Brad Pitt, that's my cousin)

You got me fucked up (Brad Pitt, that's my cousin)

Like you don't know what's up (Brad, Brad, Pitt)