PETCO (feat. Novii)
I got bitches comin' back I'm like an echo
I got more bitches than Petco
I'm packin' heat I mean it's somethin' like the Devil
Hit your whole gang like a memo
Power level super saiyan
On the court I'm gettin' buckets like my name was Plankton
All these bangers I be making
Only friend that stuck by my side was Ben Franklin yuh uh
Hold up I knock 'em down and we kickin' just like the soccer team
All about the money I'm workin' up for the broccoli
I'm listenin' to you say you winnin' you spittin' comedy
Summer colors get your mother's number
Let my rubbers rub her fat back
Bitch I am undercover and I'm under covers
Now I'm 'bout to bust like blackjack
Okay I nut somethin' like a goofy goober
Get my money like a looter yuh yuh
Hate you kids like imma boomer
Forty on me like a cougar yuh yuh
I be movin' like a puma
She suckin' she blowin' on me like a tuba
I pull up you studderin' just like a blooper
We shootin' a shell at you just like a koopa
I go, I create problems I shut your mouth like Weight Watchers
I get more mouth than eight operas my bank account got eight commas
And they wanna escape drama
But they can't imma make 'em see a doctor
And once I hit I'm a goner
I get more cat than Shane Dawson I'm done
Shit, spinning they neck you would think it's an exorcist
Run off the gas and I'm solid like lexus is
I want 'em all want Caucasian through Mexican
Bitch want to block me but bet you we text again
I want a mansion where thotties be dancing
We here for the party not lovin' no bitch
Don't wanna hear it until I get rich
I gotta gleam for my raise and my clique
Ou, now I'm ticked off
Mix him up steal his shit feelin' like Chris Paul
You all the germs and I wipe you like Lysol
Or I call Gio he jump if you eye wrong
You a stain need to go need to clean up with a mopstick
Never trust another and these bitches make me nauseous
Never trust a hoe and I know it make me toxic
Imma get to spittin' get to soundin' like an auction
Knuckle to chin connect like router
I pull up you know we breakin' scouters
I'm feelin' the hate we gettin' louder
You feed off the drip you like a flounder
Geeked, beast out the East
Hand me the mic and they lettin' me eat, eat
Geeked, goat you a sheep
I gotta cover designer my fleece
C-O-D lobby opponents is laggin' we grindin' we takin' the lead
End of the spitters my brothers is packin' will have these boys restin' in peace
Ou, but I do this with ease I'm feelin' like Frozone I freeze
These bitches I tease I show up with slime like I sneeze
I'm here for one night imma hit then I leave
I got more bitches than Petco
I'm packin' heat I mean it's somethin' like the Devil
Hit your whole gang like a memo
Power level super saiyan
On the court I'm gettin' buckets like my name was Plankton
All these bangers I be making
Only friend that stuck by my side was Ben Franklin yuh uh
Hold up I knock 'em down and we kickin' just like the soccer team
All about the money I'm workin' up for the broccoli
I'm listenin' to you say you winnin' you spittin' comedy
Summer colors get your mother's number
Let my rubbers rub her fat back
Bitch I am undercover and I'm under covers
Now I'm 'bout to bust like blackjack
Okay I nut somethin' like a goofy goober
Get my money like a looter yuh yuh
Hate you kids like imma boomer
Forty on me like a cougar yuh yuh
I be movin' like a puma
She suckin' she blowin' on me like a tuba
I pull up you studderin' just like a blooper
We shootin' a shell at you just like a koopa
I go, I create problems I shut your mouth like Weight Watchers
I get more mouth than eight operas my bank account got eight commas
And they wanna escape drama
But they can't imma make 'em see a doctor
And once I hit I'm a goner
I get more cat than Shane Dawson I'm done
Shit, spinning they neck you would think it's an exorcist
Run off the gas and I'm solid like lexus is
I want 'em all want Caucasian through Mexican
Bitch want to block me but bet you we text again
I want a mansion where thotties be dancing
We here for the party not lovin' no bitch
Don't wanna hear it until I get rich
I gotta gleam for my raise and my clique
Ou, now I'm ticked off
Mix him up steal his shit feelin' like Chris Paul
You all the germs and I wipe you like Lysol
Or I call Gio he jump if you eye wrong
You a stain need to go need to clean up with a mopstick
Never trust another and these bitches make me nauseous
Never trust a hoe and I know it make me toxic
Imma get to spittin' get to soundin' like an auction
Knuckle to chin connect like router
I pull up you know we breakin' scouters
I'm feelin' the hate we gettin' louder
You feed off the drip you like a flounder
Geeked, beast out the East
Hand me the mic and they lettin' me eat, eat
Geeked, goat you a sheep
I gotta cover designer my fleece
C-O-D lobby opponents is laggin' we grindin' we takin' the lead
End of the spitters my brothers is packin' will have these boys restin' in peace
Ou, but I do this with ease I'm feelin' like Frozone I freeze
These bitches I tease I show up with slime like I sneeze
I'm here for one night imma hit then I leave
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Writer(s): Steven Campbell
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