Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunny hopped, zoning out, listening to nerds Made a couple thousand turds, spitting written verbs Now I kick it in the burb Me, I'm from the slums, niggas who push the tons And I'm drunk with foul flow, dirty mouth like kiss and bum Mama, they made her one, uh, a witty son With no respect for women, so-so Show me your titties, hun You eighteen, me, I'm twenty-something Okay, I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one I wild out at shows, break shit, it should be fun Venues don't like pussy with me, should it come? But I'm a wax hat, like the chapstick in my backpack For my black lips, then dip to Europe, then come back with a stack of cheese Stack of cheese for these rats, um, that mac and cheese New cream shit got me feeling fried in a bag of bees Fuck critics, how's your dick? Shit, how's your knees? Y'all on my dick more than my index when I take a pee I came up with Rella, but touch a bag of weed Shit was doper than Whitney Houston's knees Golf Wang, that's the team we be Getting T-U-O-F-N-D He was missing a sweatshirt, like, where's the hidden sleeve? Okay, nevermind, we found him Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunny hopped his only gout, listening to Nerd Made a couple thousand turds, been whittin' burbs Shit, now I kick it in the burbs Guess I went check, started cashing in I stopped rapping, I start asking where my fuckin' passion is Probably where that faggot went Tyler talking father problems, shocking shit He split the poppin' topics in a gossip column Damn, I ain't asked for this, I did it out of boredom Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom Now O.Y.'s PJ's, sippin' light shade Chips Ahoy, boy, listenin' to Cowboy A-Boy land in Melbourne, this ain't Defense Roy Ouse was ouse, I enjoy, boy Y'all niggas play as a tots toy Have a good day as I annoy, boy Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunny hopped his only gout, listening to Nerd Made a couple thousand turds, been whittin' burbs Shit, now I kick it in the burbs Cannons with panorama views My shoes will see more Vans And Mexicanas with crackers in Alabama G.O. to the L.F., this O.F. I opened up a store so I don't stress, but nigga, I What? Mosh and Garden Jazz and puffy shit, playin' chords, makin' up shit Partin' my Dolly Cartons, and I keep shartin' Hoodies with rectangles in different colors Niggas think I started kindergarten Pictures on my head, the bars I just wanna ride my bike Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater My pictures on my head, the bars Hair blowin' in the wind Her freckles look like candy bars Hair blowin' in the wind My pictures on my head, the bars I just wanna ride my bike Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater My pictures on my head, the bars Hair blowin' in the wind Her freckles look like candy bars My cool summer never ends My pictures on my head, the bars Bars, Bars, Bars Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater Mr. Cool Guy You're talkin' to a fuckin' fighter Loser