Whole Other League

Mr. Smoke a whole BO
And forget how to breath
Hulk hogan lungs
Bitch I body slam Ps
Put him on his ass
He say he can't stand me
Put him on his ass
He say that I don't smoke candy
Have yo ass clipped or sum
My shooter Marc Camby
Have yo ass looking dumb
You try to out scam me

Nah
I can't be out performed
Every time I touch the ball
It's like I'm bouta score
At least 6k
Every time I'm out the door
6 days
I was sleep off the wokiana pour
To be honest
Feel like Yannis
When I'm on the court
To be honest
I Feel like nobody
Even play my sport

I'm in another league
I'm tryna give all of me
To Chrissy Teigan
I just poured all the lean
In my shit
It's bleeding
My pack so fucking loud
That that shit screaming
So much wok in my cup
That that bitch leaning

I'm going everywhere
Don't know I'm sleepwalking
I just poured a 8
And it got me sleep talking
I just hit two eights
And I keep coughing
Eat the beat and get it in my teeth
Now I need flossing

Took a trip
Bro I'm tryna get some purple liquid
Big presser
Swear that I could get the earth lifted
Say you push
I guess we work different
I won't even pick up a cup
Unless there's work in it

Pockets burning up
I got fire tucked
Bro be telling shit
He really out here wired up
Bro stop trying
You be sounding like a tired fuck

Out of date
You an expired fuck
You don't work
You a can't get hired fuck
Bro gripping shit
He out here doing plier stuff
Catch me out eating
I don't even go in meijers much

Touch downer
Imma score a play
And get a dub
My house dirty
Walking muddy
I Should get a rug
Bro talking tough
Til I hit him
Then he need a hug
Hit him once
And knock his shield
Now he need a chug

Pound Caker
I be cooking too much Betty up
Took one hit of the uh
And I bet he stuck
Bro said we bouta do another one
I'm readied up
I be off the script
I'm never sick
Bro I be meddied up

Ohhh
I got two scored
If it's money in the air
Then I flew for it
Stepping on shit
Bro really got a boot poured
I step a bitch
That's sad
You need to hoop more

Bro thought he popped a perc pill
That's a ibuprofen
Told bro I sold him NyQuil
I was kinda joking
Bro said he blow gorilla glue
Oh you kinda smoking
Told bro he better not slide
But I was kinda hoping

Habibi know to trap out the mini mart
Bro scared of the fast life
He don't want any part
Bro not in the game
He don't got any heart
Bro not dogging shit at all
He don't got any bark

Hit the mini mart
I got a everfresh
3.5 every breath
Bro I never stress
I'm really sweating
In this Gucci fucking sweater vest
How is Rick the best?
Cause I get to work and never rest
How could Rick ever fucking lose?
That's the better question