POISON!
Yeah
(JI, what the fuck?)
Ayy
I been getting faded off of medication
Oxy' in my body got me looking like I'm meditating (damn)
Bitch, I love drugs, fuck Ronald Reagan
See me making bands, ayy, this verse right here a demonstration
I been floating slowly off the balcony
And stinking up the lobby 'cause the motherfuckin' loud on me (gas)
Made a hundred thousand, why they doubted me?
And know they all up on me 'cause they seeing what I'm 'bout to be (I'm 'bout to be)
Bitch-bitch, I need a Beamer and a Bentley
Foot up on the pedal like a motherfuckin' ten speed (ten speed)
Porter busting out thе woofers in the Hummer
Burning rubbеr 'cause I do it like no other
Bitch, stop playing with me
G-God damn (God damn)
Yeah, I feel like the motherfuckin' man (like the man)
Went to bed and made a grand ('nother grand)
Now these bitches tryna get up in my pants
God damn, I'm the man (I'm the man)
Ooh, went to bed and made another grand ('nother grand)
All these bitches tryna get into my pants (in my pants)
But I can tell she only want me for the bands, for the bands, for the bands
I been making plays, I call it audible
Say it to the mic until my motherfuckin' wallet full (mm)
I been feeling good, feeling phenomenal
'Cause I been steady flipping through my paper like a chronicle (damn)
Mixing up the Robins with the Owens, uh (with the Owens)
Smoking lotus, got me stoic ('til I'm stoic)
Stirring up this poison 'fore I pour it
Watch it, potion 'bout to turn me to a poet, oh my fuckin' God
Bitch-bitch, I'm like Sosa
R-Really, really hate it when I'm sober
Keep a Ziploc of the dolja (gas)
I been soaking clovers from October 'til October (brr)
G-God damn (God damn)
Yeah, I feel like the motherfuckin' man (like the man)
Went to bed and made a grand ('nother grand)
Now these bitches tryna get up in my pants
God damn, I'm the man (I'm the man)
Ooh, went to bed and made another grand ('nother grand)
All these bitches tryna get into my pants (in my pants)
But I can tell she only want me for the bands, for the bands, for the bands
For the motherfuckin' bands, for the motherfuckin' bands, mm
For the motherfuckin' bands, for the motherfuckin' bands, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Fuck yeah
Get this all recorded
Woo, woo, woo!
Ha-ha-ha
(JI, what the fuck?)
Ayy
I been getting faded off of medication
Oxy' in my body got me looking like I'm meditating (damn)
Bitch, I love drugs, fuck Ronald Reagan
See me making bands, ayy, this verse right here a demonstration
I been floating slowly off the balcony
And stinking up the lobby 'cause the motherfuckin' loud on me (gas)
Made a hundred thousand, why they doubted me?
And know they all up on me 'cause they seeing what I'm 'bout to be (I'm 'bout to be)
Bitch-bitch, I need a Beamer and a Bentley
Foot up on the pedal like a motherfuckin' ten speed (ten speed)
Porter busting out thе woofers in the Hummer
Burning rubbеr 'cause I do it like no other
Bitch, stop playing with me
G-God damn (God damn)
Yeah, I feel like the motherfuckin' man (like the man)
Went to bed and made a grand ('nother grand)
Now these bitches tryna get up in my pants
God damn, I'm the man (I'm the man)
Ooh, went to bed and made another grand ('nother grand)
All these bitches tryna get into my pants (in my pants)
But I can tell she only want me for the bands, for the bands, for the bands
I been making plays, I call it audible
Say it to the mic until my motherfuckin' wallet full (mm)
I been feeling good, feeling phenomenal
'Cause I been steady flipping through my paper like a chronicle (damn)
Mixing up the Robins with the Owens, uh (with the Owens)
Smoking lotus, got me stoic ('til I'm stoic)
Stirring up this poison 'fore I pour it
Watch it, potion 'bout to turn me to a poet, oh my fuckin' God
Bitch-bitch, I'm like Sosa
R-Really, really hate it when I'm sober
Keep a Ziploc of the dolja (gas)
I been soaking clovers from October 'til October (brr)
G-God damn (God damn)
Yeah, I feel like the motherfuckin' man (like the man)
Went to bed and made a grand ('nother grand)
Now these bitches tryna get up in my pants
God damn, I'm the man (I'm the man)
Ooh, went to bed and made another grand ('nother grand)
All these bitches tryna get into my pants (in my pants)
But I can tell she only want me for the bands, for the bands, for the bands
For the motherfuckin' bands, for the motherfuckin' bands, mm
For the motherfuckin' bands, for the motherfuckin' bands, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Fuck yeah
Get this all recorded
Woo, woo, woo!
Ha-ha-ha
Credits
Writer(s): Jorge Pineda, Joshua Polasz, Justin Belliveau
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