Them n** used to press me
On the carrot-colored bus, ha
That's why I’m paranoid now
'cause niggas weird and really bums
Woof woof woof woof woof woof
Okay
Hey now say now
I’m all about them bands
* I'm on b*tch you wouldn't understand
Hey now say now
I'm all about my guap
Ap Richie Hmm not on my watch
'cause brodie said
Don't even press the issue
Yellow boogers in my earlobe
I need a tissue
Oh my God I'm really that guy, huh
Yeah b* I'm outside
Laferrari popping on the 40 with the 5
One ticket two ticket three ticket four million
Put that lil’ Maybach truck in the garage huh
Lil’ Bunny Hop out
You seen me at Thе Pop Out
Pandemonium screaming like
Thеy brought Pac out
Stop it with the chitchat
We airing out the kickback
Big stud energy the way
I get my lick back huh
Hey now say now
I'm all about them bands
* I’m on b***
You wouldn't understand yeah uh
I'm the suspect baby
I don't play victim
I’ll buy that n** building just to evict him
What that Coachella pay like
It was eight figures
Why don't I * with them guys
'cause I hate n**
Oh my God I'm really that guy huh
I got my Chuck Taylors on
But they look like loafers
I ain't sitting with you n**
F*ck I look like Oprah
Rather put 'em in the ground
You n** look like gophers
Open doors for my n** b**
I look like chauffeur huh
Rip The Ruler keep it sewer
Stack the gouda mind ya business eat the cooter
Oh my God I'm really that—
I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams
Gardena swap meet shopping bogus Ice Cream
I'm a Hawthorne baby
* is not warm baby
Four or five main bitches
I am not yours baby
All these women is a habit
Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a f—
Hey now say now
Get sticky like a Hun Bun
You will never be the main guy
You're a plus one
300k in four days CHROMAKOPIA
Twelve days gold
I ain't even drop deluxe one
Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage
Want smoke We can puff one
One whip two whips black b** blue strips
Green face Grinch
Tyler on his Dr. Seuss *
True * I can put a number
Where your roof is
Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains
They got loose lips
Oh my God I'm really that guy
Hand claps congrats
Never said to me
Put him on a Pro Club
That nigga dead to me
Stop with that fake *
Stop with that fake *
Stop with that fake *
Just stop with that fake *
Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best
If you got a problem with me n**
Get it off your chest
N** what
Get it off your chest
Get it off your chest
I am not a tough guy n**
Get it off your chest
I'm the type to bust on her
And just lick it off her breast n**
I'm a freak I don't beef
It's a bird it's a plane b** it's T
Cuttin' niggas off want the rope
Aight come get it
You don't love me
You love the optics that come with it
Uh uh b**
Chromakopia n**