Super Fun Time
Yah, bitch it's Brando
Guess who, guess who, hah
Bitch it's Brando, ayy
And TrippyThaKid too
Hah, yah, ayy!
Me and Trippy dancing on your body at the fucking party
Off Bacardi, and your shawty coming round reveal her body
Ain't no problems, system bumping
Legs are sprawlin', fuck a condom
Now I'm pacing in the lobby
'Cause your boy just caught a body
Told that bitch to give me brains
Blow my shit like Kurt Cobain
I'ma finger blast that pussy
While she's screaming out my name
I got mushrooms in my stomach
And they tell me what to do
I got voices in my head
They tell me not to fuck with you
I tore that pussy up
I scroll that blunt right up
Blunt hit like Street Fighter
Don't need no ghostwriter
I got blow mixed in my greens, bitch
I'm showing out with my team, bitch
I'm throwing up like a fiend, bitch
I'm living life, it's a dream, bitch
Now Trippy tell me how you feelin' bro?
Would tell you how I feel
But homie, I don't know what feelin' is
All of the people around me been tellin' me
TrippyThaKid is the king of this shit
Slammin' down another one
So I don't gotta think about the things that I've been thinkin' 'bout
I thought I quit the drinking but
I'm the king of fuckin' up
Pour me up another one
Brando in the building with me, everybody fuck with us
Mosh pit captains, smoking, sippin' and laughin'
You know we bring the action
'Cause midnight is never lackin'
Left, right, left when I march my fleet
And they all on me 'cause they want my team
Catch my drift, lil hoes all scream
When I hop on stage and I move my feet
Weak ass little rappers always trynna' come to me, yeah
I'm never ever talkin' shit but I'm a freak, yeah
All I ever really wanted was some peace, and
If you trusted me I'd show you that I bleed, yeah
I'm not a human, but the moon is under me, yeah
And I'ma kill you like I'm murderin' this beat, yeah
All I ever really wanted was some peace, and
If you trusted me I'd show you that I bleed, yeah
I'm not a human but the moon is under
Guess who, guess who, hah
Bitch it's Brando, ayy
And TrippyThaKid too
Hah, yah, ayy!
Me and Trippy dancing on your body at the fucking party
Off Bacardi, and your shawty coming round reveal her body
Ain't no problems, system bumping
Legs are sprawlin', fuck a condom
Now I'm pacing in the lobby
'Cause your boy just caught a body
Told that bitch to give me brains
Blow my shit like Kurt Cobain
I'ma finger blast that pussy
While she's screaming out my name
I got mushrooms in my stomach
And they tell me what to do
I got voices in my head
They tell me not to fuck with you
I tore that pussy up
I scroll that blunt right up
Blunt hit like Street Fighter
Don't need no ghostwriter
I got blow mixed in my greens, bitch
I'm showing out with my team, bitch
I'm throwing up like a fiend, bitch
I'm living life, it's a dream, bitch
Now Trippy tell me how you feelin' bro?
Would tell you how I feel
But homie, I don't know what feelin' is
All of the people around me been tellin' me
TrippyThaKid is the king of this shit
Slammin' down another one
So I don't gotta think about the things that I've been thinkin' 'bout
I thought I quit the drinking but
I'm the king of fuckin' up
Pour me up another one
Brando in the building with me, everybody fuck with us
Mosh pit captains, smoking, sippin' and laughin'
You know we bring the action
'Cause midnight is never lackin'
Left, right, left when I march my fleet
And they all on me 'cause they want my team
Catch my drift, lil hoes all scream
When I hop on stage and I move my feet
Weak ass little rappers always trynna' come to me, yeah
I'm never ever talkin' shit but I'm a freak, yeah
All I ever really wanted was some peace, and
If you trusted me I'd show you that I bleed, yeah
I'm not a human, but the moon is under me, yeah
And I'ma kill you like I'm murderin' this beat, yeah
All I ever really wanted was some peace, and
If you trusted me I'd show you that I bleed, yeah
I'm not a human but the moon is under
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Destefano, Brando+
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