Woah, oh my god, 40 bottles of syrup, yeah
40 carts, hey
Ayy
10 bottles of syrup that’s a full tank of gas, baby (hey, hey)
In a good mood and i gotta protect (ooh)
I get that rush and it go to my head (hey, urr)
Pope is the greatest, ‘cause that’s what he said
Beat him ‘til bloody, he whole lotta red (baow, ooh)
Puttin’ a hole in that boy like it’s entenmann’s (ooh)
Overpricing all the work like it’s vetements (ooh)
King of the internet, jpegm, veteran (oh)
Lick on that coochie, ‘cause it be my medicine (oh)
Eat it like special k, no ketaminе
Bury my face, i’m the opposite talkativе
Come from the dark, and i’m bringing that ominous (yeah, yeah)
Runnin’ the rap game, now i gotta walk a bit (yeah, yeah)
Ran outta oxygen (hoo)
Ain’t no one toppin’ this
I won’t listen if i know you #ss (nah)
I’m at the spot if there gon’ be #ss (ha ha)
That’s a quick high, but no cummin’ fast (ooh)
Eat on the wap and i smoke on the gas
I’m killer mike, you know i f#ck and rap
Stole my swag, hand it over (hand it over)
They say i’m up and i’m cold, manitoba
They say i’m up and i’m cold, minnesota (icy)
Bae lakin’ up, i call her minnesota
Tongue dance like a damn cobra (ah)
I got a camry, i treat it like cobra (nyoom)
I got some kais in my trunk like a cobra (hey)
I got that ‘chete, it bite like a cobra
Why the hell they build that boy with a cobra? (yeah)
I’mma get hit by like all of the cars (woah, baow)
Feel like a idiot off of the bars (oh)
Settle it outta court, she drive a benz (oh)
Medical bill, now i gotta expense (yeah, oh)
Fall in and out, my verse on your cup (ooh)
Sippin’ that syrup, i don’t need a cup (uh)
Just bought that sh#t and i’m bout to get slumped
Thinkin’ i’m ‘bout to go drivin’ for fun (yeah)
I whip accords, like it’s a audi
Shit, i’m so full of that gas like a ‘rari (ha)
So many whips you would think it’s the grand tour
Beat on my camry like it was a dead horse (skrrt, urr)
Wreck it three times and i’m gon’ do it more (ooh)
Raining outside so i slid the sedan (ooh ooh)
It don’t break down ‘cause it came from japan (yeah)
Want me to say names, tell ‘em “i can’t.” (huh)
That’s not your business, stay in a lane (wuh, stay out it)
I don’t shame nobody, y’all be some lames
I’m not no catholic, i’m tryn’ be a wh#re
Walk in the autos, they know what i’m for (whole lotta fun)
Hide everything that i buy from the kids
Hand over label, don’t read what this is (ooh)
I be so high, got no innocence
And i’m in the wet all the time like a pinniped
In a good mood and i gotta protect, i get that rush and it go to my -tect (ooh)
In a good mood and i gotta protect, i get that rush and it go to my -tect (full tank of gas)
In a good mood and i gotta protect, i get that rush and it go to my -tect (yeah)
In a good mood and i gotta protect, i get that rush and it go to my -tect (got a full tank of gas)
In a good mood and i gotta protect, i get that rush and it go to my -tect (ooh, full tank of gas)
In a good mood and i gotta protect, i get that rush and it go to my -tect (full tank of gas)
In a good mood and i gotta protect, i get that rush and it go to my -tect (full tank of gas)
In a good mood and i gotta protect, i get that rush and it go to my -tect (full tank of gas)
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