Wiretap
Ima get it right this time, I promise
Playin hopscotch
Child's play, throwing rocks
Got a price on ya head
Better watch out for the opps
Subtle jabs, punching clocks
Squeaky clean when I'm switching lanes
Wire taps, out here dodging crooked cops
Playin hopscotch
Child play, throwing rocks
Got a price on ya head
Better watch out for the opps
Subtle jabs, punching clocks
Squeaky clean when I'm switching lanes
Wire taps, out here dodging crooked cops
Eeeny, meeny, miney, moe
Catch a piggy by throat
Wolf coat, gettin cold on the West Coast
Captain, the sheep sleepin on the boat
In my bag, paper and lead, time to take notes
King of the Rebels, bringing home the bacon
Protected on all sides, peep the salt that she shaking
Time to hit the high seas, fight the elements with ease
Do as I please, won't do it for free
Pay the fare, yea you know the fee
Chef whipping chicken in the kitchen
Herbs, spices, and trees
Now the chicken strips
With the fries, yea its lit
Dip and dab with the sauce
Is it ranch? A lil bit
Catch up, if you please
Must've heard
Drippin, grab a cloth for the grease
Slick back, like a pimp named
Yea I'm back
Serena wit the back hand
Comin with the thunder slaps
Contract, pulling hair
Let me breathe, give me air
Step back, ankles might need intensive care
I'm aware, peep the flare
Dylan got that super hot fire, now the neighbors scared
Flashing lights in my sight
Like my glow, it is bright
Got the shadow of a giant, but I'm average height
Escaped the lab from another dimension
Master of mind control
Pulling strings, yea that's tension
If you mad, go ahead and at me
Bixby Hippy is the name
Social media, add me
When they ask who to mention
I'm the sleepy eyed rebel in the back of detention
Playin hopscotch
Child play
Throwing rocks
Got a price on ya head
Better watch out for the opps
Subtle jabs, punching clocks
Squeaky clean when I'm switching lanes
Wire taps
Out here dodging crooked cops
Playin hopscotch
Child play
Throwing rocks
Got a price on ya head
Better watch out for the opps
Subtle jabs, punching clocks
Squeaky clean when I'm switching lanes
Wire taps
Out here dodging crooked cops
Yall some one hit wonders
I'm out here making classics
Bringing heat, melting faces
Swear I'm trippin off acid
When zombies attack, damage on massive scale
Scratching and itchin
Serving old brains, spastic sales
Its the return of the mack
Yea I'm back
Trippy hippy gettin lippy
Time to show them what they lack
I see your stare, you're addicted to the glare
I'm a diamond in the rough
Handle precious rocks with care
It so sweet, in the end it gets sticky
Black cat on my feet, yea it gets tricky
Don't get caught actin goofy, dog
My name ain't mickey
I'm happiest at home
I know your mind is blown
I'm not, out and about
I wish I had a clone
Leave me alone
I'm not a threat unless provoked
I'm tryna eat
Competition gettin smoked
Life's like a movie
I'm jwaiting on the sequel
Yea I been sipping, I'm trippin
Mixing gin with tampico
Servin that heat, yall been sleep
Cooking with fire
Master chef on the shift
Pass the spliff, I'm gettin higher
Snapping like a bungee
Yea I wanna go higher
Soaring through the clouds
No I'm not comin down
Style way too wavy, can you dig it
By the mound
Those who dedicate
Time to demonstrate
Spreading love over hate
May there be blessings in your favor
It's all about flavor
Be patient
You gotta give it time to marinate
Playin hopscotch
Child's play, throwing rocks
Got a price on ya head
Better watch out for the opps
Subtle jabs, punching clocks
Squeaky clean when I'm switching lanes
Wire taps, out here dodging crooked cops
Playin hopscotch
Child play, throwing rocks
Got a price on ya head
Better watch out for the opps
Subtle jabs, punching clocks
Squeaky clean when I'm switching lanes
Wire taps, out here dodging crooked cops
Eeeny, meeny, miney, moe
Catch a piggy by throat
Wolf coat, gettin cold on the West Coast
Captain, the sheep sleepin on the boat
In my bag, paper and lead, time to take notes
King of the Rebels, bringing home the bacon
Protected on all sides, peep the salt that she shaking
Time to hit the high seas, fight the elements with ease
Do as I please, won't do it for free
Pay the fare, yea you know the fee
Chef whipping chicken in the kitchen
Herbs, spices, and trees
Now the chicken strips
With the fries, yea its lit
Dip and dab with the sauce
Is it ranch? A lil bit
Catch up, if you please
Must've heard
Drippin, grab a cloth for the grease
Slick back, like a pimp named
Yea I'm back
Serena wit the back hand
Comin with the thunder slaps
Contract, pulling hair
Let me breathe, give me air
Step back, ankles might need intensive care
I'm aware, peep the flare
Dylan got that super hot fire, now the neighbors scared
Flashing lights in my sight
Like my glow, it is bright
Got the shadow of a giant, but I'm average height
Escaped the lab from another dimension
Master of mind control
Pulling strings, yea that's tension
If you mad, go ahead and at me
Bixby Hippy is the name
Social media, add me
When they ask who to mention
I'm the sleepy eyed rebel in the back of detention
Playin hopscotch
Child play
Throwing rocks
Got a price on ya head
Better watch out for the opps
Subtle jabs, punching clocks
Squeaky clean when I'm switching lanes
Wire taps
Out here dodging crooked cops
Playin hopscotch
Child play
Throwing rocks
Got a price on ya head
Better watch out for the opps
Subtle jabs, punching clocks
Squeaky clean when I'm switching lanes
Wire taps
Out here dodging crooked cops
Yall some one hit wonders
I'm out here making classics
Bringing heat, melting faces
Swear I'm trippin off acid
When zombies attack, damage on massive scale
Scratching and itchin
Serving old brains, spastic sales
Its the return of the mack
Yea I'm back
Trippy hippy gettin lippy
Time to show them what they lack
I see your stare, you're addicted to the glare
I'm a diamond in the rough
Handle precious rocks with care
It so sweet, in the end it gets sticky
Black cat on my feet, yea it gets tricky
Don't get caught actin goofy, dog
My name ain't mickey
I'm happiest at home
I know your mind is blown
I'm not, out and about
I wish I had a clone
Leave me alone
I'm not a threat unless provoked
I'm tryna eat
Competition gettin smoked
Life's like a movie
I'm jwaiting on the sequel
Yea I been sipping, I'm trippin
Mixing gin with tampico
Servin that heat, yall been sleep
Cooking with fire
Master chef on the shift
Pass the spliff, I'm gettin higher
Snapping like a bungee
Yea I wanna go higher
Soaring through the clouds
No I'm not comin down
Style way too wavy, can you dig it
By the mound
Those who dedicate
Time to demonstrate
Spreading love over hate
May there be blessings in your favor
It's all about flavor
Be patient
You gotta give it time to marinate
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Writer(s): Lathell Powell Iii
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