4 Kimonos
I'm jacked and shredded like stolen lettuce
I'm the hardest of cheddar, you soft like feta
Two berettas in the boot of my scooter and a computer
The Bermuda Barracuda, the shooter and the commuter
I kill for real, I don't steal my wheels
I conceal my feels, I won't kneel for deals
I'ma live in yo ass and I do it for cash
I'm the poop you can't pass
The one to never splash
I binge-watch the purge films
I'm that ill
I drink scotch
Shelve pills
Make mills
I do backflips that crash ships
I dip chips in dips
Then put the chips to my lips
Three of us
Wearing four kimonos
You heard of Nike
We designed the logo
We're coming at you stealth like a submarine
Can't raise kids for shit like Martin Sheen
I'm showing up at your house, unannounced
I have a lengthy shower, stay wet and then I bounce
You know I never towel off
I shake dry like a dog
I will sweat like a hog and drink your egg nog
We out here makin' deals
Doing it for the thrills
We like a good shock, that's why we wrestle eels
I just bought a fuckin' yacht and now I hang with a seal
But a sailor I am not so I let him take the wheel
I'm bad news for your crews
You own sad nudes of a dude
I'm fresh, bald and smooth
I'm like a white terry crews
Singin' songs to you
When you see my pecs flex
It's time to touch my butthole
Three of us
Wearing four kimonos
You heard of Nike
We designed the logo
We've got the most diverse team of lawyers
We're coming up on the coast like destroyers
I'm leaving hot shits on the floors of your foyer
Makin' bread out of toast, I'm the ghost of Tom Sawyer
I'm 5 foot four
Of Louisana hot sauce
Breaking down doors while I'm crawling on all fours
We're breaking the laws
Using excessive force
We live inside your thoughts
We got ships on all ports
I'm on demand, I'm not the man with the plan
I'm a sugar filled pig with his hand in a can
Your cargo is embargoed
We're sipping Strongbows
Shipping coco to Monaco
Explosions in slo-mo
I dog walk my yo-yo
I'm fresh out of yo-go
My polo says yolo
A cold can of solo, I wreck your whole business
I'm out of controlo
I'm wacked out on wizz fizz
Witness my fitness
What the fuck is this?
A vicious twist on the mystery of Christmas
Three of us
Wearing four kimonos
You heard of Nike
We designed the logo
We're a human gun and we love to party
We drive Ferrari's and we know Karate
I'm the hardest of cheddar, you soft like feta
Two berettas in the boot of my scooter and a computer
The Bermuda Barracuda, the shooter and the commuter
I kill for real, I don't steal my wheels
I conceal my feels, I won't kneel for deals
I'ma live in yo ass and I do it for cash
I'm the poop you can't pass
The one to never splash
I binge-watch the purge films
I'm that ill
I drink scotch
Shelve pills
Make mills
I do backflips that crash ships
I dip chips in dips
Then put the chips to my lips
Three of us
Wearing four kimonos
You heard of Nike
We designed the logo
We're coming at you stealth like a submarine
Can't raise kids for shit like Martin Sheen
I'm showing up at your house, unannounced
I have a lengthy shower, stay wet and then I bounce
You know I never towel off
I shake dry like a dog
I will sweat like a hog and drink your egg nog
We out here makin' deals
Doing it for the thrills
We like a good shock, that's why we wrestle eels
I just bought a fuckin' yacht and now I hang with a seal
But a sailor I am not so I let him take the wheel
I'm bad news for your crews
You own sad nudes of a dude
I'm fresh, bald and smooth
I'm like a white terry crews
Singin' songs to you
When you see my pecs flex
It's time to touch my butthole
Three of us
Wearing four kimonos
You heard of Nike
We designed the logo
We've got the most diverse team of lawyers
We're coming up on the coast like destroyers
I'm leaving hot shits on the floors of your foyer
Makin' bread out of toast, I'm the ghost of Tom Sawyer
I'm 5 foot four
Of Louisana hot sauce
Breaking down doors while I'm crawling on all fours
We're breaking the laws
Using excessive force
We live inside your thoughts
We got ships on all ports
I'm on demand, I'm not the man with the plan
I'm a sugar filled pig with his hand in a can
Your cargo is embargoed
We're sipping Strongbows
Shipping coco to Monaco
Explosions in slo-mo
I dog walk my yo-yo
I'm fresh out of yo-go
My polo says yolo
A cold can of solo, I wreck your whole business
I'm out of controlo
I'm wacked out on wizz fizz
Witness my fitness
What the fuck is this?
A vicious twist on the mystery of Christmas
Three of us
Wearing four kimonos
You heard of Nike
We designed the logo
We're a human gun and we love to party
We drive Ferrari's and we know Karate
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Passarelli
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