Yeah, it’s the candy man, coming for your b#tch like woooh!
Spook your mans, when i go transatlantic in my banana hammock
180 bands, yeah, that’s a panoramic
Got her pulling down her pants, popping sexy stances
Punk type tats with the manic panic
I hit it and fly away on some peter pan sh#t
Then tell her i’m martian from a different planet
No time for playing games, man this ain’t no gambit
Flying on my carpet, hope i stick the landin’
Not teddy fresh, b#tch i’m ted danson
I got ten tickets in luigi’s mansion
I’m a heavyweight like mountain from game of thrones
And i’m steady on the route to being paid in full
Drinking henny on the couch, in a state of focus
They got reasonable doubt, well i’m fairly suspicious
And a whole lotta clarity and vision
If you couldn’t tell by now, i’m just so very gifted (merry xmas)
Could’ve seen it coming from a mile away
But instead, you got it twisted like a pile of string
Shia labeouf, how i do it, aye!
Eye on the prize, it ain’t moving, nah
Shia labeouf, how i do it, aye!
Eye on the prize, it ain’t moving, ugh
You can call me a franco-phile ’cause parisian girls really move me
It’s a gourmet sound that i bring, coulda thought i was cooking up all these raps in a sous vide
Ugh, and i don’t give a f#ck what the naysayers say, they can hate all day, it ain’t new to me (for real)
Yeah, i’m gonna stunt the only way i know how, is to be myself, truthfully
Pulling out the rug from underneath all of these lames ’cause they all sound the same like a future feature
I don’t wanna say resting b#tch face but instead, say a rest in peace to your rude demeanor
At home with the slickness, i might roll up with your missus, you might miss us
Aye, get bread like a biscuit, so sick the way i spit this, they in disgust
At home with the sickness, i might roll up with your missus, you might miss us
Ugh, getting down like a discotheque, yeah, we lit as f#ck, no need to discuss
Yo, i ain’t really f#cking with no lames, no, y’all could benefit from having taste, ugh
All theses sad boys really starting to sound the same, personality is just a vocal chain
You’re a tadpole, and i’m a frog in the lake
Shouts out to buff frog, the fathers can relate
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