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For boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and with the trampoline on the floor
I'm pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga

Money, money, money, money, money the motive
What's your name again? knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not
I'm
say I'm nutty, picnic basket
Not short of a
A peanut butter, Watkin's a faggot
Please and get me
Said I him at your neck
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody with me
I got banned from New Zealand, called me demon
And a terrorist, God I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of
And that gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his
Tyler the Creator sweatin' juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our is great
Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas em a plate
Ye!

Why, why,
Why they like me?
Cause Nike lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only nigga ever to Nike

than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people ideas
can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best going for me
You Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or
I turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
funny when you get extra money
Every joke you just be extra funny
I you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra me
want a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, up, my leg'll be stuck
up
I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go hard"

For boy
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical
I'm Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room

Two, Three,
Hold fuckin' horses
Niggas really fuckin' thought that T it
I'm better at an auction been exhausted
I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke broken exhaust tips
losers

Hold your fuckin' my homie
I whip donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no
I

This golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
When the one four and the one five, yo up Wayne
(What up Slime, go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go like before Cain
Got too much drive, like ten lanes
is a broad and she give brain
That's that head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of that same year I was
That's one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one,

My trigger finger wise but my nine
Middle finger blind so its fuck one
Fuck, skate and die son, a ways to die son
I'm starin' at a on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm wake my high up
Steaks are well done and prime cut, eat up
I stick my in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like
Oh my

Wayne them ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's kinda
You bring the nooses, and a couple
Where the grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama,
I need music all the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we should up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck me either
I'mma liar, faggot

Son you Jesus
But I he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
I'm for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' we squash the beef like zucchinis
I know, it gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor

Nah faggot its Wang