Текст песни
Got cake, so the bitches always be lookin; welcome to the lab this a different kind-a cookin
Samplin the puss, “Big Nibble” *WOO* said to take it all, but i only want a little
Girls these days are kinda fickle. Tells her friends, “barely felt it, only tickled”
“Love is”, shoutout Bo Burnham, got no heart so gotta say stop playin with my sternum
Joystick finger on the nipple, going back and forth like I’m playin monkey in the middle
Making moves as i go, ingenuity, mixin emotions sayin “where’s the continuity?”
Busted milk in her Frosted Flakes... asked her how it was she told me it was great *they’re grrrrreat*
I’ve got unique cognition, but don’t like to impart. Like beans, i can make your ass hurt, but I’m good for the heart.
I’m like rubber, cuz I’m always insulated, but never used one with the girl you dated.
If you’re worried like the offspring “Gotta keep em separated”.
You thought i wouldn’t do what i said i would, going Ivy, got accepted like i knew i could.
In a debt like a Vegas vacation, drownin in tuition no resuscitation.
Like my first song sayin “fuck show time”. no matter time of day you know it’s Cardone time.
Cornell was the dream now it’s a thing of the past, big goal but you know that it won’t be my last. Keep it up don’t know how they’re gonna get past, and i don’t mean to be crass, but when you say slow down....
*ASS (elmo-sounding noise)
They don’t know I’m cracked, they don’t know I’m back. Big Nibble represented now, for smashin buttons fast.
Flyin on a plane on someone else’s dollar. If you’re talkin shit, better SD before i call em.
I play with R O B, go get a job please, yeah I’m a pro athlete *LETS FUCKING GO”
Both in smash and life i haunt em, even tho a lot has changed shout-out Apple thats my sponsor.
I was, smokin a fat blunt up on the porch.
That boy, talkin shit, we pull up, and flame him like a torch.
I be ballin for the sport. Pull up on a muhfucker shoot em, like a cork.
And these boys.... these boys won’t get no sympathy, ay
I took yo bitch home and i beat like a timpani, ay
I be singin, like a symphony.
Ay, ay, i be lit up walkin in the club on my neck and my wrist like a Christmas tree ay ay
I’m just tryna get a dub.... and i pull up on yo bitch you know we finna leave ay, ay
You know how we rockin man. This off the top man.
Ay Get yo funds up, get yo guns up *TALK TO EM WOOT*
I need a bad bitch with her buns up. You know what. We in the studio right now. We in Lincoln Hall. *We smokin that mid plus*, you know how we rockin mane
