Bogus!
Sippin' it dippin it' whippin' it, aye
All of you bitches my hinderance, aye
I am the POTUS, you act like you bogus
You losing your traction, whip up in the Focus
I'm puffin' it passin' it slammin' it, aye
Do what I want fuck opinions, aye
Drop what I want fuck toxicity, aye
Yo mom's in the crib and she flirtin' me, aye
Going on gold, I don't mess around
Sneak into your room, do not make a sound
Lift up on your fold, you know I'm a hound
Make fun of dead kids- I know I'm hell bound
I skrrt on the street when I'm with my fleet
Go on hide your face we know you're obsolete
Froze up to my neck and froze down to my toes
I'm flexing on bitches I am in my zone
Dressed in all black everything I do malicious
Sneak into your house gonna make yo bitch my mistress
Duckin' and weavin' and sleazin' on shit
She suckin' and suckin' I call her my tick
Roll over show belly you might even itch
Dropping this heat yeah now that is my twitch
I be flashin' and dashin' just look at my wrist
Annoying broke boys go home you are cysts
Climate like this label y'all misogynist
Show me to your dad let him ask "what's this?"
"Oh come on Dad it's like the cool shit"
Then show me to your mom all you get is "tsk tsk"
Run it up run it up run it up, aye
You and your bitch see me coming up, aye
Soon enough I'll be on top of shit, aye
Squad keep on thriving we fuck it up, aye
Man fuck a hook all I do is real long verses
Couple tracks in steady filling up hearses
Snowball mic really proving to be worth it
I'm known to avoid any petty ass searches
Testing out all kinds of differing flows
I make it easy to snatch up a hoe
If you know me I fuck heavy with clothes
Try to keep up with "Iwata" it's gold
All I hear from your ass is trash
Like it's "On Sunday" we pass the hash
Calling me Trump cause I peak with the mass
All of you fuckers stay stuck eating grass
My homie Hawley be tootin' on brass
Shoutout Lil Codeine he shattered his brass
J. Lil and Bragg be puffin on gas
Stay reppin with Billy, Dub Undy, and Chad
Meme game strong
Show me thongs
Rap all day long
Donkey Kong
Round 1 gone
Round 2's on
Do you like my little song?
Nursery rhymes for little bitches
Post up man gonna end up with stitches
Skittle on the tongue, can you taste the rainbow?
Fly so high I can touch the rainbow
Blessing this earth with some ambience
Pioneer my flow like a renaissance
Yea fuck with me, I prolly don't fuck with you
Your bitch wanna play with my nuts, what's new?
I-I-I lead the shit cuz I bleed the shit
I take it wrap it up and seize the shit
I'm raised in a land that's full of fucked hicks
I'm raised in a school that's soaked in sucked dicks
Praised by a jumble of jocks like we fit (Wii Fit)
Stay to myself and stick to my own clique
Man fuck the kid who really loves 'Click'
He ditched the crew for a secondary clit
Try to appease this dude is fuckin' tiring
Bout to bring back the meme "Dear Diary"
What the fuck you want bitch? I got what you need
Recite my last song cause you're a "Shitstreak", aye
Fuck a job, I rather fuck a bitch
Where's your green shit? Mothafuck you and your green dick
Lyrically put a slit over both wrists
13 reasons, I'm a bit nauseous, stay cautious
Now I'm off that shit, and yo, who really knows?
A couple more bites coulda called me Cujo
I've learned through all the years and tears and beers
That you can never really bear to wear the tears
So fuck it I'mma make hype shit who cares?
Yeah one of these days I'mma fuckin' get mine
I prey on controversy like my name E. Klein
I spook all the kiddies like R.L. Stine
Hop out the coupe hands up freeze tag
Yeah Spongebob said put the money in the bag
I got a big sack and a shiny green hat
Yo kids see ghosts Kanye, Cudi, E. Gadd
I've dismantled you and berated you
How is you feeling, how sane are you?
Nobody can get me like MJ can do
Making me loco like Looney Tunes
If you challenge me it's a fucking game set
Make a joke and jet, you know I leave 'em wet
Fold 'em or hold 'em or call 'em, what's your bet?
The only question left to ask is "what's next?"
All of you bitches my hinderance, aye
I am the POTUS, you act like you bogus
You losing your traction, whip up in the Focus
I'm puffin' it passin' it slammin' it, aye
Do what I want fuck opinions, aye
Drop what I want fuck toxicity, aye
Yo mom's in the crib and she flirtin' me, aye
Going on gold, I don't mess around
Sneak into your room, do not make a sound
Lift up on your fold, you know I'm a hound
Make fun of dead kids- I know I'm hell bound
I skrrt on the street when I'm with my fleet
Go on hide your face we know you're obsolete
Froze up to my neck and froze down to my toes
I'm flexing on bitches I am in my zone
Dressed in all black everything I do malicious
Sneak into your house gonna make yo bitch my mistress
Duckin' and weavin' and sleazin' on shit
She suckin' and suckin' I call her my tick
Roll over show belly you might even itch
Dropping this heat yeah now that is my twitch
I be flashin' and dashin' just look at my wrist
Annoying broke boys go home you are cysts
Climate like this label y'all misogynist
Show me to your dad let him ask "what's this?"
"Oh come on Dad it's like the cool shit"
Then show me to your mom all you get is "tsk tsk"
Run it up run it up run it up, aye
You and your bitch see me coming up, aye
Soon enough I'll be on top of shit, aye
Squad keep on thriving we fuck it up, aye
Man fuck a hook all I do is real long verses
Couple tracks in steady filling up hearses
Snowball mic really proving to be worth it
I'm known to avoid any petty ass searches
Testing out all kinds of differing flows
I make it easy to snatch up a hoe
If you know me I fuck heavy with clothes
Try to keep up with "Iwata" it's gold
All I hear from your ass is trash
Like it's "On Sunday" we pass the hash
Calling me Trump cause I peak with the mass
All of you fuckers stay stuck eating grass
My homie Hawley be tootin' on brass
Shoutout Lil Codeine he shattered his brass
J. Lil and Bragg be puffin on gas
Stay reppin with Billy, Dub Undy, and Chad
Meme game strong
Show me thongs
Rap all day long
Donkey Kong
Round 1 gone
Round 2's on
Do you like my little song?
Nursery rhymes for little bitches
Post up man gonna end up with stitches
Skittle on the tongue, can you taste the rainbow?
Fly so high I can touch the rainbow
Blessing this earth with some ambience
Pioneer my flow like a renaissance
Yea fuck with me, I prolly don't fuck with you
Your bitch wanna play with my nuts, what's new?
I-I-I lead the shit cuz I bleed the shit
I take it wrap it up and seize the shit
I'm raised in a land that's full of fucked hicks
I'm raised in a school that's soaked in sucked dicks
Praised by a jumble of jocks like we fit (Wii Fit)
Stay to myself and stick to my own clique
Man fuck the kid who really loves 'Click'
He ditched the crew for a secondary clit
Try to appease this dude is fuckin' tiring
Bout to bring back the meme "Dear Diary"
What the fuck you want bitch? I got what you need
Recite my last song cause you're a "Shitstreak", aye
Fuck a job, I rather fuck a bitch
Where's your green shit? Mothafuck you and your green dick
Lyrically put a slit over both wrists
13 reasons, I'm a bit nauseous, stay cautious
Now I'm off that shit, and yo, who really knows?
A couple more bites coulda called me Cujo
I've learned through all the years and tears and beers
That you can never really bear to wear the tears
So fuck it I'mma make hype shit who cares?
Yeah one of these days I'mma fuckin' get mine
I prey on controversy like my name E. Klein
I spook all the kiddies like R.L. Stine
Hop out the coupe hands up freeze tag
Yeah Spongebob said put the money in the bag
I got a big sack and a shiny green hat
Yo kids see ghosts Kanye, Cudi, E. Gadd
I've dismantled you and berated you
How is you feeling, how sane are you?
Nobody can get me like MJ can do
Making me loco like Looney Tunes
If you challenge me it's a fucking game set
Make a joke and jet, you know I leave 'em wet
Fold 'em or hold 'em or call 'em, what's your bet?
The only question left to ask is "what's next?"
Credits
Writer(s): Levi Stone Walker
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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