Phineas N' Ferb (feat. OnnaNawf)
What, huh, what, okay, alright, yeah, aye
Oh my goodness, this brings back so many memories, yeah
What, what, huh, yeah, what, okay
I feel like I'm Agent P with a brown classy fedora on me, got a bad Latina girl with a purple backpack, I got Dora on me
Where's is Boots? I don't know
But I got Bottega on my toes
24kt engraved on my chain, yessir this real gold
Alright, alright, alright
Let me calm down (Weeeee)
Bitch I, got the glock push yo shit back
Yo girlfriend said yo dick the size of a Tic-Tac
Got a Glock 17 and the bitch go click clack
Call him Humpty Dumpty cuz that boy got his head cracked
Pull the AR out just to rob his mama
Glock 44 on me, I feel like Obama
Bomber on me and I'm not talkin' bout Osama
Got Jamaicans in the street, I know some dondadas
And they pull choppas
Me and OnnaNawf fucked the same bitch and she blocked us
Dynamic Duo overlords, can't nobody stop us
GoHaN 9k but the girls call me papa
Hit em with the dribble moves,
Call that a crossover
He switched from a boy to a girl, that's a crossover
I just crashed off the percocets in a Range Rover
I just seen a fine ass dyke, told her to bend over
I think I need a kiss, like girl can you get closer
I'm watching how I speak cuz I don't like to get vulgar
I be shooting 3's, boy I heard you just a free thrower
Saw yo girl on Xvideos, I heard she a-
Yea I heard she a-
What the-
Why can't I say it?
Bro
What the fuck
Alright the song keeps filtering me so I think I'mma hope off now
I'mma just let you hop on
Sound good?
Heard you heard you
Alright bet, let's go
Aye, said he getting bitches well he must've meant Alexa
Five hour energy I do not need to rest up
I be driving crazy with no hands, this a Tesla
I'm too good with my Spanish, on the beat it's a fiesta
Oh, okay, this shit a party
I heard she a thot, she play boys like she Carti
You sixteen with fake ass and fake tits, you a Barbie
I'm just tryna get the mill yo like I'm Charlie
They know I be in the field tho like the army
And if my family feud, my Glock name is Steve Harvey
Catch me sipping purp, like I'm posted up with Barney
Nigga what the fuck, you be with a purple dinosaur
She know I get the green, she on my meat, she an omnivore
You went to McDonald's and got a fish fillet
Yo favorite color red, well you a Crip today
Wait hold on, nigga you eating a fish fillet
Metal to his face, that boy in pain
Crazy on the beat but I'm not insane
He ain't gon shoot, he a chicken, he ain't Raising Cane's
They think I'm the Undertaker, way I'm raising Kane
Oh my goodness, this brings back so many memories, yeah
What, what, huh, yeah, what, okay
I feel like I'm Agent P with a brown classy fedora on me, got a bad Latina girl with a purple backpack, I got Dora on me
Where's is Boots? I don't know
But I got Bottega on my toes
24kt engraved on my chain, yessir this real gold
Alright, alright, alright
Let me calm down (Weeeee)
Bitch I, got the glock push yo shit back
Yo girlfriend said yo dick the size of a Tic-Tac
Got a Glock 17 and the bitch go click clack
Call him Humpty Dumpty cuz that boy got his head cracked
Pull the AR out just to rob his mama
Glock 44 on me, I feel like Obama
Bomber on me and I'm not talkin' bout Osama
Got Jamaicans in the street, I know some dondadas
And they pull choppas
Me and OnnaNawf fucked the same bitch and she blocked us
Dynamic Duo overlords, can't nobody stop us
GoHaN 9k but the girls call me papa
Hit em with the dribble moves,
Call that a crossover
He switched from a boy to a girl, that's a crossover
I just crashed off the percocets in a Range Rover
I just seen a fine ass dyke, told her to bend over
I think I need a kiss, like girl can you get closer
I'm watching how I speak cuz I don't like to get vulgar
I be shooting 3's, boy I heard you just a free thrower
Saw yo girl on Xvideos, I heard she a-
Yea I heard she a-
What the-
Why can't I say it?
Bro
What the fuck
Alright the song keeps filtering me so I think I'mma hope off now
I'mma just let you hop on
Sound good?
Heard you heard you
Alright bet, let's go
Aye, said he getting bitches well he must've meant Alexa
Five hour energy I do not need to rest up
I be driving crazy with no hands, this a Tesla
I'm too good with my Spanish, on the beat it's a fiesta
Oh, okay, this shit a party
I heard she a thot, she play boys like she Carti
You sixteen with fake ass and fake tits, you a Barbie
I'm just tryna get the mill yo like I'm Charlie
They know I be in the field tho like the army
And if my family feud, my Glock name is Steve Harvey
Catch me sipping purp, like I'm posted up with Barney
Nigga what the fuck, you be with a purple dinosaur
She know I get the green, she on my meat, she an omnivore
You went to McDonald's and got a fish fillet
Yo favorite color red, well you a Crip today
Wait hold on, nigga you eating a fish fillet
Metal to his face, that boy in pain
Crazy on the beat but I'm not insane
He ain't gon shoot, he a chicken, he ain't Raising Cane's
They think I'm the Undertaker, way I'm raising Kane
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Writer(s): Seth Jackson
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