Flubber

Hot like summer, flash like thunder
Bang like drummer, why you on my jock? (On my jock)
Bounce like Flubber, block that number
Count my hunnids, fuck outta my spot

Dunder Mifflin on my hat, I count paper
Ballin' like the Benjamin's, I'm ballin' like a Laker
Come on, little shorty, won't you tell me what it do?
Found out from the homie she been fuckin' with the crew
(With the crew?)

(Wait, hol' up)
Nah, I'ma have to pass that
But she stay tryna hit me on Snapchat
Even tried to finesse me on Cash App
Bitch, I ain't tryna tap that

So I count my bands up all by myself
Tryna take advantage, bitch, you just took a L
I'ma put the ice on my neck, got that three times eight, 24K gold
Oh well, yeah

Hot like summer, flash like thunder
Bang like drummer, why you on my jock? (On my jock)
Bounce like Flubber, block that number
Count my hunnids, fuck outta my spot

You already know who it is (what?)
I've been poppin' (yeah)
Always on the hunt for the money, no other option (yeah)
If you want beef, we could go to Red Robin's (uh-huh)
TRAQ' made the beat (ooh) so you know this shit's boppin' (Billy!)

Pulled up to flex on yo' bitch (yeah)
Droppin' the top in that whip (what?)
I'ma keep rapping, and often I'm snappin',
I keep your girl right on my hip (aye, yeah)

Want a sip (what?) of Tequila, baby, I'm feelin' lit (okay!)
I just checked on my phone and yo' bitch sending pics like, "Damn!"
Billy gettin' Green Eggs and Ham (okay!)
I was broke last week, then I got an advance (yup!)
Now I'm chillin' on a yacht somewhere getting tan (skrrt)
I got Tana Mongeau in the back throwin' ass (aye!)

Hot like summer, flash like thunder
Bang like drummer, why you on my jock? (On my jock)
Bounce like Flubber, block that number
Count my hunnids, fuck outta my spot (fuck outta my spot)



Credits
Writer(s): Joaquin Murillo
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