So Awesome
Goddamn, I'm so awesome (Yessah)
Aye, this shit kinda neat
Bikini Bottom, Shawty rock a two piece she ain't got no bottom
Do she really love me? Do she want the super stardom?
See my wrist drown its flooded at the fucking bottom
Girl your messy ass friends ain't my fucking problem
Boy we not the same, no you not in my column
Tell me why they bipolar, like Georgia in the Autumn
Bunch of little posers, Fugazzi, opossum
Not me I'm so Awesome
Never met a nigga like me before, Ain't built like me you Bionicle
I deliver one hundred like a oracle, music to their ears they coming back for more
Who that Puerto Rican nigga name? Nigga name Moe
Shawty hold up, yeah you better take it slow
Bands up booty go down when she on the pole
MTV Cribs, yeah you peep the marble floor, like damn why the nigga so neat (Shh)
Hush your mouth when I speak, only wanna hear that freaky shit in the sheets
Only making music, only making money, and clapping cheeks
More fat that lean when she pull out my meat
Doors up time to go, when I pull out the keys
Bye-bye you a gnat Shawty birds, and the bees
Say you love me? Baby you a hoe
Shawty please nice to meet you next appointment at three
Dreads hang, Jimmy swang, the beat bang, hold up, aint none but a "G" thang
But you cant understand you broke, low on bands get your money up
Window shopping for some shoe, you hate "LOL" you lame
Cause we popping bottles, and we sipping Dulce, aye Mami si tu quieres dulce?
Oh, he speaks Spanish? Girl that nigga fluent
And, after all that shit I'm still a Golden Kid, Krayko Breezy, going stupid
New Patek, new fit always froze my wrist (Uh) in a drop top yeah that's my whip
Did you know I bagged your bitch? (Goddamn I'm so awesome)
Bikini Bottom, Shawty rock a two piece she ain't got no bottom
Do she really love me? Do she want the super stardom?
See my wrist drown its flooded at the fucking bottom
Girl your messy ass friends ain't my fucking problem
Boy we not the same, no you not in my column
Tell me why they bipolar, like Georgia in the Autumn
Bunch of little posers, Fugazzi, opossum
Not me I'm so Awesome
Drop top sport mode when I swerve in the coupe
Hear a nigga rap, and sing thought I was in a group, studio in my room
Thought you was "Hey Arnold" never jumped off the stoop
Shawty twerk to the beat my shot I had to shoot
Whatever she don't do, next girl gone do it better than you
Goddamn aint that the truth
Win win for the fellas' baby girl you lose
Stop the cap shawty yeah you know you living proof
Got three baby daddies, but at least you know two
Be accountable, who the fuck is gonna wife you?
Oh my god Breezy chill. Naw fuck that
Cause I stomp on the beat, like I stomp on the yard
Hundred-dollar bill damn they declined your card. Move out your momma house
And go get you car, and go get you a job. Stop trapping in the backyard
I know where you stay. Turn your momma to a star
Remind me of the bitches on only fans, but she got two kids on her Instagram
And her Facebook job say self-made
Make a killing off of niggas making minimum wage
Still pay for pussy because they cannot get laid (Ugh woah)
Not me I'm so Awesome. She want super stardom
You friends is not my problem
Wrist flooded at the bottom
Bikini Bottom, Shawty rock a two piece she ain't got no bottom
Do she really love me? Do she want the super stardom?
See my wrist drown its flooded at the fucking bottom
Girl your messy ass friends ain't my fucking problem
Boy we not the same, no you not in my column
Tell me why they bipolar, like Georgia in the Autumn
Bunch of little posers, Fugazzi, opossum
Aye, this shit kinda neat
Bikini Bottom, Shawty rock a two piece she ain't got no bottom
Do she really love me? Do she want the super stardom?
See my wrist drown its flooded at the fucking bottom
Girl your messy ass friends ain't my fucking problem
Boy we not the same, no you not in my column
Tell me why they bipolar, like Georgia in the Autumn
Bunch of little posers, Fugazzi, opossum
Not me I'm so Awesome
Never met a nigga like me before, Ain't built like me you Bionicle
I deliver one hundred like a oracle, music to their ears they coming back for more
Who that Puerto Rican nigga name? Nigga name Moe
Shawty hold up, yeah you better take it slow
Bands up booty go down when she on the pole
MTV Cribs, yeah you peep the marble floor, like damn why the nigga so neat (Shh)
Hush your mouth when I speak, only wanna hear that freaky shit in the sheets
Only making music, only making money, and clapping cheeks
More fat that lean when she pull out my meat
Doors up time to go, when I pull out the keys
Bye-bye you a gnat Shawty birds, and the bees
Say you love me? Baby you a hoe
Shawty please nice to meet you next appointment at three
Dreads hang, Jimmy swang, the beat bang, hold up, aint none but a "G" thang
But you cant understand you broke, low on bands get your money up
Window shopping for some shoe, you hate "LOL" you lame
Cause we popping bottles, and we sipping Dulce, aye Mami si tu quieres dulce?
Oh, he speaks Spanish? Girl that nigga fluent
And, after all that shit I'm still a Golden Kid, Krayko Breezy, going stupid
New Patek, new fit always froze my wrist (Uh) in a drop top yeah that's my whip
Did you know I bagged your bitch? (Goddamn I'm so awesome)
Bikini Bottom, Shawty rock a two piece she ain't got no bottom
Do she really love me? Do she want the super stardom?
See my wrist drown its flooded at the fucking bottom
Girl your messy ass friends ain't my fucking problem
Boy we not the same, no you not in my column
Tell me why they bipolar, like Georgia in the Autumn
Bunch of little posers, Fugazzi, opossum
Not me I'm so Awesome
Drop top sport mode when I swerve in the coupe
Hear a nigga rap, and sing thought I was in a group, studio in my room
Thought you was "Hey Arnold" never jumped off the stoop
Shawty twerk to the beat my shot I had to shoot
Whatever she don't do, next girl gone do it better than you
Goddamn aint that the truth
Win win for the fellas' baby girl you lose
Stop the cap shawty yeah you know you living proof
Got three baby daddies, but at least you know two
Be accountable, who the fuck is gonna wife you?
Oh my god Breezy chill. Naw fuck that
Cause I stomp on the beat, like I stomp on the yard
Hundred-dollar bill damn they declined your card. Move out your momma house
And go get you car, and go get you a job. Stop trapping in the backyard
I know where you stay. Turn your momma to a star
Remind me of the bitches on only fans, but she got two kids on her Instagram
And her Facebook job say self-made
Make a killing off of niggas making minimum wage
Still pay for pussy because they cannot get laid (Ugh woah)
Not me I'm so Awesome. She want super stardom
You friends is not my problem
Wrist flooded at the bottom
Bikini Bottom, Shawty rock a two piece she ain't got no bottom
Do she really love me? Do she want the super stardom?
See my wrist drown its flooded at the fucking bottom
Girl your messy ass friends ain't my fucking problem
Boy we not the same, no you not in my column
Tell me why they bipolar, like Georgia in the Autumn
Bunch of little posers, Fugazzi, opossum
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Cayard
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