It's Mr. Run Me My Check

Mr. Always Talking Baguettes

Hit your man with a sidestep and then go run and get some neck

That's on my father and everybody that still don't fuck with me

Y'all quacks duck silly

Double Goose off thrown benjis

Shit real good, hoe

Always puffing good, hoe

Really off that good, hoe

Really cop that q, hoe

Hop right off that Q and make your block a fucking zoo, bro

Then pop off in the loo, big boy

Stop sniffing all that glue, bro

Been going Planters

All these rappers rocking Pampers

All these dancers fucking cancers

Pisces boy, the fucking prancer

Literally your dick game is a dub

I don't know why you say you'll run up

I will give your girl a hug

As soon as I run up in that club

I introduce her to my plug and she gon like that shit

Can't rap like me

Can't write this shit

Stu all night and shit

Crew all hype and shit

My family mighty lit

My bank accounts all fucking blicked

I'm crossfaded and fucking blitzed

Just shut the fuck up

I might pull up in a tugboat and go Popeye on your team

Smoking spinach off a motherfucking tank of gasoline

I call your bae a turkey way they fucking gobbuhling

I'm giving thanks by spanking ass and leaving booty throbbuhling

Oh my

Don't know why

Y'all all talk and no mind

Don't mind me, brother

I'm just out here dancing with your squeeze

See i read em like a book and then recite em over beats like oh my

Don't know why

Y'all all smack and no rhyme

Don't mind me, brother

I'm just out here smoking something green

See, I tried to play it cool and now I never wanna be

You ain't see that one coming

You ain't never gone thumping

You ain't never wronged someone

Damn, you must be a really nice guy

See, I tried to do that shit

Til I found I was really that guy

Who you know still rock a 59

I'm really that fly

It's all flight

See, I never really felt 5'9

Felt like Lowe's or Home Depot

Ya seen the whole damn team climb

That's all me

That's all mine from my mind

All the grind

All the time

Call me chit next to all of this chat about my name and

My lane and how the game ain't never gonna be the same

Like Cobain, how I got everybody fucked up

You know I keep a op bucked up

Buckle up

You know I made this boy nut up

I got a homie in Puerto Rico

Couple of blunts tucked up and

When I hit that shit it'll take me back to tapes in the trunk

Rochambeau and Old Town Road and

All these VA fucks

DMV shit

75 all love

I reconnected with Heavy

Shit, I might buy him a mai tie if he spin me on repeat

Turning tables counter clockwise

Making me shiver

Making me lock eyes with these baddies all around me

In the field with these land mines

Oh my

Don't know why

Y'all all talk and no mind

Don't mind me, brother

I'm just out here dancing with your squeeze

See i read em like a book and then recite em over beats like oh my

Don't know why

Y'all all smack and no rhyme

Don't mind me, brother

I'm just out here smoking something green

See, I tried to play it cool and now I never wanna be