Jommy Cross
I can't believe you just did that, those are the good kind, 8 bucks
I'm not joking Ricky
Money long like nuts on Mikey Miles
Full Metal Jacket, bitch I'm Gomer Pyle
Make em hit a roll call, R. Lee Ermey
Bitch call me Stanley Kub', you heard me
Feel like a combination of Mel Gibson and Danny Glover
Feel like I'm Sylvester with a lil bit of that Dolph Lundgren
I know y'all bitches stressing my lethal weapon, it ain't no question
I feel like Joe Pesci in an Ashley Schaeffer BMW
I can read your mind like that motherfucker named Jommy Cross
Y'all bitches bore me, uh, shit I'm nodding off
I done hit the point of no return, now no more mediocre
Peel back these layers you gon see that I still feel like Shrek
Mythical beast in these candy cinnamon bucket seats
I still hit peaks, hail, snow, rain, sleet
Shit I'm too refreshing, Swamp God bring the green rain
I reign supreme, but my shirt read Real Tree
My sober mind more wild than its altered state
Used to want recognition, now my interest: talking bank
Money gon talk, I heard it sing, ching ching
I'm hunting Aquaman, green beam out the submarine
I'm out for blood, I feel like Morbius
Versace shades giving cover to my corneas
Lotta lanes, thoughts run amok and get submerged
Outer Limit space ship, bitch I'm leaving Earth
Look I know you're stressed out
But don't worry about it cause here's what's gonna happen
We're gonna get drunk and eat chicken fingers, me, you, and the old man
He's gonna be here in about 20 minutes
I'm not joking Ricky
Money long like nuts on Mikey Miles
Full Metal Jacket, bitch I'm Gomer Pyle
Make em hit a roll call, R. Lee Ermey
Bitch call me Stanley Kub', you heard me
Feel like a combination of Mel Gibson and Danny Glover
Feel like I'm Sylvester with a lil bit of that Dolph Lundgren
I know y'all bitches stressing my lethal weapon, it ain't no question
I feel like Joe Pesci in an Ashley Schaeffer BMW
I can read your mind like that motherfucker named Jommy Cross
Y'all bitches bore me, uh, shit I'm nodding off
I done hit the point of no return, now no more mediocre
Peel back these layers you gon see that I still feel like Shrek
Mythical beast in these candy cinnamon bucket seats
I still hit peaks, hail, snow, rain, sleet
Shit I'm too refreshing, Swamp God bring the green rain
I reign supreme, but my shirt read Real Tree
My sober mind more wild than its altered state
Used to want recognition, now my interest: talking bank
Money gon talk, I heard it sing, ching ching
I'm hunting Aquaman, green beam out the submarine
I'm out for blood, I feel like Morbius
Versace shades giving cover to my corneas
Lotta lanes, thoughts run amok and get submerged
Outer Limit space ship, bitch I'm leaving Earth
Look I know you're stressed out
But don't worry about it cause here's what's gonna happen
We're gonna get drunk and eat chicken fingers, me, you, and the old man
He's gonna be here in about 20 minutes
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Writer(s): Swamp G
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