[Intro: Sherwood Schwartz& George Wyle]:
Just sit right back
And you’ll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port
Aboard this tiny ship
The mate was a mighty sailin’ lad
The Skipper brave and sure
Five passengers set sail that day
For a three hour tour
A three hour tour
I ain’t got sh#t but the mac 11
Coming back b#tch I’m machiavelli
n#gg#s been stuck in purgatory
Fake n#gg#s done made apparent
Fake n#gg# see yo #ss pressing
Texting b#tch come buss it down
Thowin it back so I’m bussin out
Making it shake and she drink it down
She calling me daddy im takin offense
Not a father so you outta the sh#t
Motherf#cka I been outta my sh#t
Wrong ties all you n#gg#s convinced
Mob line b#tch I’m calling the hit
Making the rounds
Turn a b#tch into ritz
Condensing I’m at top of the list
Vagabond I been moving too swift
Aye
Where my lil freak for the week
Nintendo fan
So she just hop on the pipe
11:11 I told her to slide
Told her our charts they really align
Don’t give a f#ck b#tch I know I be lying
Lust a sin, I commit
Commitment issues I admit
Waste of time I’m convinced
Rather f#ck
What’s live in this b#tch
Jake-in these n#gg#s like T.D
Yo b#tch all up on my pp
Gun a n#gg# down with the pp
Fold a n#gg# in half with the pb
J[Jay]
Rollin the silencer on the 9
You outta time
Hit a bang bang
And now you in the sky
Hit a bang bang
b#tch I took ya life
You a f#ck n#gg#
The way I buck n#gg#s
Have yall thinking that I’m John Deere
Killing John Doe, John Rambo
But I’m JO
Shootin n#gg#s like a free throw
Kickin hits like its judo
My D silent its Django
Mr Orange, Tarantino
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