Nunchucks
Hah, i'm suiting up, pocketing my nunchucks
I kick ass like a bum fuck, a dump truck
I looked in the mirror saw a king, not a singer
But it don't stop 'em screaming my name, a true sinner
Well i didn't get dunked as a young lad
Yhank god those leather hands never touched my cheeks
Grandad, it was launchpad, my whole life around women
Now one ain't enough, nah i'm Nicole kidding
Bitch, ya sea sick on ya Tom Cruise
Wash it down a glass of red, a likkle gin and juice
I'm ya captain, no more reaction
I wanna g check hook, get a hint that you're actin
I kno one when i see em, cause it's me on ya ceiling
Ya energy that i'm stealing, tryna focus on my healing
Bend backwards, validate my parking
Don't scratch the leather seats bitch or i'm barking
Had to take a minute, was feelin low yeah i hid it
But times up, am unstuck, success in my spirit
I can't help but score free throws, i seen these hoes
Tripping over there own words, well here's free smoke
I ain't shit, but you still wanna bite the sound
I know u like my taste in your mouth, preaching to the clouds
Well am staying underground while ya sleeping in ya bird houses
Painted face, shits caked, but bitch boi, you the real clown
Go on; try and hide ya frown
I'm sitting all smiles, cheery boi, Mickey Mouse
If u want to take it town, aim for the crown
Be careful what you wish for, cause ima let the devil out
I kick ass like a bum fuck, a dump truck
I looked in the mirror saw a king, not a singer
But it don't stop 'em screaming my name, a true sinner
Well i didn't get dunked as a young lad
Yhank god those leather hands never touched my cheeks
Grandad, it was launchpad, my whole life around women
Now one ain't enough, nah i'm Nicole kidding
Bitch, ya sea sick on ya Tom Cruise
Wash it down a glass of red, a likkle gin and juice
I'm ya captain, no more reaction
I wanna g check hook, get a hint that you're actin
I kno one when i see em, cause it's me on ya ceiling
Ya energy that i'm stealing, tryna focus on my healing
Bend backwards, validate my parking
Don't scratch the leather seats bitch or i'm barking
Had to take a minute, was feelin low yeah i hid it
But times up, am unstuck, success in my spirit
I can't help but score free throws, i seen these hoes
Tripping over there own words, well here's free smoke
I ain't shit, but you still wanna bite the sound
I know u like my taste in your mouth, preaching to the clouds
Well am staying underground while ya sleeping in ya bird houses
Painted face, shits caked, but bitch boi, you the real clown
Go on; try and hide ya frown
I'm sitting all smiles, cheery boi, Mickey Mouse
If u want to take it town, aim for the crown
Be careful what you wish for, cause ima let the devil out
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Hemstead
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