Testing, testing, yeah
Call me Tuco, sell that Coco
Trapping out the bando scene (bando, bando)
I’m popping tags I’m popping off
So f#ck all of that jealousy
?
I killed all of that p#ss#, G
Call the Tele get a refund never pay for p#ss#, B
Paperboy, Paperboy
I’m all about that paper, boy
sh#t so vintage so you know I had to press the tape record
Sicko mode up in this b#tch
I’m counting stacks like Warren Buffet
Money talk like Muppets
Sophisticated, tuck my shirt in
Never had a dollar
Now got snakes up on my collar
No goes ever holla’d
Now all they do is swallow
Ay, ay, ay, woah, woah, woah, listen, listen, listen (listen up)
Why you call your girl a b#tch when you her lap dog? (why you do it?)
For the record, f#ck 12 with a strap on!
I be walking in to banks with a mask on (loaded)
You better back up before you end up like the last one (back up)
As I roll up to the party
Playing Paul McCartney
On my Marleys
Dreaming of the day I chill with Cardi
Signing albums with a sharpie (you know it)
You’d take a page from the book of Joe McCarthy (red scare)
As I write your name on a hit list for a f#cking army, yeah
Peep these battle scars then you’ll know who we are, ugh
Peep these battle scars then you’ll know who we are, ugh
Peep these battle scars then you’ll know who we are
Peep this sh#t, ay, yeah, ay, yeah, ay
I’m whipping ’round in my Ford or my Honda Accord (skkkrr)
I got two shitty cars with no aux cords (damn)
I just wanna go on a third cruise (ooh)
Doing all my own stunts Tom Cruise (yes)
I’ll still have time for a quick snooze
Getting this money ‘fore the rent due, ooh
All of these honey’s acting mental, ooh
Why we have to body this instrumental? (why?)
To the game we are detrimental, monumental (yup)
All you m#th*rf#ck*rs incidental
Now it’s time to get a little sentimental *cries*
Look
I wonder if she ever thinks about me
If she drinks about me
Throws up in the sink about me
Sucks a dick about me
I was tryna leave
But she ain’t letting me
I’ve been tryna breathe
I guess we’ll wait and see, yee
Let’s rap (let’s rap)
Brap (yeah)
I gotta go crap (crap)
Come and watch me fap (fap, fap)
Peel back my foreskin (ew)
Lick it like an ice cream cone
Lick off the smegma (f#ck)
And all your p#ss# mold
I ate some blue waffle
I ate some blue waffle
I feel it in my tummy
I’m feeling kinda awful
I think I’m gonna puke
I feel it coming out
I feel your hemorrhoids
Filling up my f#cking mouth
I’m going Sicko Mode
With my thick old chode
Green as a little toad
Moustachioed
Little children, turn me on (wait, wait, wait, wait, what the f#ck?, what the f#ck man?) *police sirens*
I’m a villain, let me sing my song ( I’m cancelling this sh#t, cut it, cut it, cut it)
I just wanna die, I am so alone (*screaming*)
I miss you so f#cking much just call me on my phone ( you gotta stop)
I’m attracted to feet (*laughs*)
I guess that makes me a freak
I guess you can call me a freak
Cause I just wanna come on your feet (*laughs*)
Please Don’t Call The Cops
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