The Secret Formula (feat. 1Deezy)
Man Paolo killed this shit
Beating on this bitch cheeks I'm thinking that it's Sandy
Willy Wonka in this cup bitch I'm sippin on some candy
Bitch I'm slidin on the opps got em feeling like I'm Randy
Toe tag on a nigga got it written like it's Andy
Got a PB&J glock bitch this that two tone
Spongebob drip but the socks got my crocs froze
Jellyfishing for the opps bitch I got a summer cold
Long black K leave him stretched like Manute Bol
Feel like Ms. Puff cuz you know that ima blow up
King Neptune in this hoe you know the necklace froze up
Shot him in his face Man Ray you know we close up
Spongebob and Patrick, me and Deezy both up
Talking all that shit and we gon pop him like the Dirty Bubble
Getting bread, Mr. Krabs, had to go and beat the struggle
I ain't talking Larry had to go and give him bloody knuckles
Flying Dutchman, always carry green like I'm Bill Russell
Hash slinging slash, look
Hash slinging slasher by my side ain't no Captain Hook
Flying Dutchman in the whip we got his soul took
Bully nose K fold his body like a Chromebook
Old Man Jenkins bitch I'm sliding with a stick
Got a spatula with a laser bitch it prolly got a switch
Got the beeper around my hip you can tell by the kicks
Sky Lark'd a nigga down but we slid with the chip
Smitty WerbenJagerManJensen how the opps look
Why the fuck he blowing bubbles gave that boy an odd look
Gonna get a spatula we'll get your whole blocked cooked
Why you sound like Squidward's clarinet yo shits not good
Yo bitch tryna go and get my pickle like she Bubble Bass
On my Mr. Krabs shit had to count a lotta cash
Tryna fuck with Ms. Puff I didn't even go to class
Brodie smoking on that kelp he thought that it was real gas
Swimming in the ocean, bitch I'm feeling like an astronaut
Come any close, turn you a ghost let your body rot
Poppin off a perc bitch I'm feeling like I'm Doodle Bob
Squeaky boots on to fit the Gucci nigga take it off
Motor boating all up on yo bitch David Hasselhoff
Getting hot, Sandy Cheeks, gotta take my jacket off
Brodie off a perc out here acting like he Doodle Bob
Gotta hit up Mr. Krabs brodie needs a better job
Posted in the field spiked cleats like I'm Dennis
Bitch I'm racked up with the cheese ain't no tennis
Tag toe strangler bitch I'm feeling like a menace
Put the metal to yo teeth like a visit from the dentist
Give him 22 shots to his back like he Harris
Yeah the team eating good shit we might be diabetic
Bitch I'm cooking in the lab man I'm feeling like a chemist
I'm the realest in the room but I ain't Schizophrenic
Beating on this bitch cheeks I'm thinking that it's Sandy
Willy Wonka in this cup bitch I'm sippin on some candy
Bitch I'm slidin on the opps got em feeling like I'm Randy
Toe tag on a nigga got it written like it's Andy
Got a PB&J glock bitch this that two tone
Spongebob drip but the socks got my crocs froze
Jellyfishing for the opps bitch I got a summer cold
Long black K leave him stretched like Manute Bol
Feel like Ms. Puff cuz you know that ima blow up
King Neptune in this hoe you know the necklace froze up
Shot him in his face Man Ray you know we close up
Spongebob and Patrick, me and Deezy both up
Talking all that shit and we gon pop him like the Dirty Bubble
Getting bread, Mr. Krabs, had to go and beat the struggle
I ain't talking Larry had to go and give him bloody knuckles
Flying Dutchman, always carry green like I'm Bill Russell
Hash slinging slash, look
Hash slinging slasher by my side ain't no Captain Hook
Flying Dutchman in the whip we got his soul took
Bully nose K fold his body like a Chromebook
Old Man Jenkins bitch I'm sliding with a stick
Got a spatula with a laser bitch it prolly got a switch
Got the beeper around my hip you can tell by the kicks
Sky Lark'd a nigga down but we slid with the chip
Smitty WerbenJagerManJensen how the opps look
Why the fuck he blowing bubbles gave that boy an odd look
Gonna get a spatula we'll get your whole blocked cooked
Why you sound like Squidward's clarinet yo shits not good
Yo bitch tryna go and get my pickle like she Bubble Bass
On my Mr. Krabs shit had to count a lotta cash
Tryna fuck with Ms. Puff I didn't even go to class
Brodie smoking on that kelp he thought that it was real gas
Swimming in the ocean, bitch I'm feeling like an astronaut
Come any close, turn you a ghost let your body rot
Poppin off a perc bitch I'm feeling like I'm Doodle Bob
Squeaky boots on to fit the Gucci nigga take it off
Motor boating all up on yo bitch David Hasselhoff
Getting hot, Sandy Cheeks, gotta take my jacket off
Brodie off a perc out here acting like he Doodle Bob
Gotta hit up Mr. Krabs brodie needs a better job
Posted in the field spiked cleats like I'm Dennis
Bitch I'm racked up with the cheese ain't no tennis
Tag toe strangler bitch I'm feeling like a menace
Put the metal to yo teeth like a visit from the dentist
Give him 22 shots to his back like he Harris
Yeah the team eating good shit we might be diabetic
Bitch I'm cooking in the lab man I'm feeling like a chemist
I'm the realest in the room but I ain't Schizophrenic
Credits
Writer(s): Paolo Silva
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