i am NOT a krusty krab
Yes I be white but I come with the rainbow
Y'all put your hands up as high as they can go
You can take five, I take two like to tango
I'm feeling Trippie might trip to Topanga
Roo the whole world like I'm Kanga
Rule the whole world like they calling me Ghengis
I just pulled up to the spot where the gang is
They put my shit on the aux and they bang this
Might put my toes down in Cabo
A mí me parece el mar es un lago
She said her tio el chapo
Demasiado peligroso y flaco
Might give her head like cabeza de taco
And she hit me back like mi pito tabaco
Then she go hopping on top and she dropping the WAP and she calling my guapo
Claro
BDE like Latto
Pour another shot from the
Bottle
Go ahead and pass that shit right around till we get to the
Bottom
Bitch I'm a tease, if you cross me look me in the eyes and- dot 'em
Get it? Got em
Fuck it up
Either you love or you hate it
I fuck on a beat making love with my cadence
Discover the flow like a prospector
I'm making money like Gus Fring
And I'm about to blow like he talked to Hector
Marionettes when I cut strings
You're free to go when I stop the lecture
Money gru like it stopped vector
Money gru like it stopped vector
Y'all mumble like sum minions
Slinging shit like you simians
Sound the same like you synonyms
Nah sound the same like you homophones
Knock em down like they dominoes
Eat em up like they dominoes
And y'all boogeymen, y'all down my nose
Do the most I'm dominant
On the top like ramen is
Magic man like a shaman is
And she love the dick like a chauvinist
I been sick and the problem is
Getting on a track I can vomit on
Won't quit till I'm getting rich- make an M a night like I'm Shyamalan
Sixth sense for this rap shit
No six pence do a backflip
Can't leave shit to chance got a sharp wit like a cactus
On my shoulders got a big head that I screw on like a mattress
Lotta thoughts weighing on my mind so I take it off when I practice
Take it off when I practice
Put it back on and I feel like Galactus
Hold the world like I'm Atlas
Hold the phone like I'm Patrick
I am not a Krusty Krab, bitch
Why you keep calling my phone?
Write this shit all on my own
Audemars not on my wrist but I'm on time
Shaving off like some some seconds
Take it off now she naked
Take it all that's impressive
Press on nails, her dress and her necklace off
Bet that ass is from Texas
Better bet that YUCCA boy run the southwest
We ain't come out the drought yet
All the drip's in my outfit
Fit is on froze like Idina
My pennies are green and I call it patina
Yellow ochre on the jordan 1s
They ain't foreign ones and I wore em once
Money smart like a 401 but I'm pouring funds into shoes now
Guess that happens when you grow up poor then afford more when you move out
Four doors on the Toyota they ain't butterfly but they all lock
Ain't nothing go quite together like a muscle car and a small cock
All ears when they all talk
I'm all hers when she on top
She all mine when I get behind like I flip a dime and it lands tails
I been feeling like I can't fail
What's a man to an ant hill?
I been feeling like this life a beach and I fill her up like a sand pail
I'm bout to make a sand palace
Grippin sipping out the damn chalice
Working every day at any rate it's only heavy weight can make a hand calloused
Y'all put your hands up as high as they can go
You can take five, I take two like to tango
I'm feeling Trippie might trip to Topanga
Roo the whole world like I'm Kanga
Rule the whole world like they calling me Ghengis
I just pulled up to the spot where the gang is
They put my shit on the aux and they bang this
Might put my toes down in Cabo
A mí me parece el mar es un lago
She said her tio el chapo
Demasiado peligroso y flaco
Might give her head like cabeza de taco
And she hit me back like mi pito tabaco
Then she go hopping on top and she dropping the WAP and she calling my guapo
Claro
BDE like Latto
Pour another shot from the
Bottle
Go ahead and pass that shit right around till we get to the
Bottom
Bitch I'm a tease, if you cross me look me in the eyes and- dot 'em
Get it? Got em
Fuck it up
Either you love or you hate it
I fuck on a beat making love with my cadence
Discover the flow like a prospector
I'm making money like Gus Fring
And I'm about to blow like he talked to Hector
Marionettes when I cut strings
You're free to go when I stop the lecture
Money gru like it stopped vector
Money gru like it stopped vector
Y'all mumble like sum minions
Slinging shit like you simians
Sound the same like you synonyms
Nah sound the same like you homophones
Knock em down like they dominoes
Eat em up like they dominoes
And y'all boogeymen, y'all down my nose
Do the most I'm dominant
On the top like ramen is
Magic man like a shaman is
And she love the dick like a chauvinist
I been sick and the problem is
Getting on a track I can vomit on
Won't quit till I'm getting rich- make an M a night like I'm Shyamalan
Sixth sense for this rap shit
No six pence do a backflip
Can't leave shit to chance got a sharp wit like a cactus
On my shoulders got a big head that I screw on like a mattress
Lotta thoughts weighing on my mind so I take it off when I practice
Take it off when I practice
Put it back on and I feel like Galactus
Hold the world like I'm Atlas
Hold the phone like I'm Patrick
I am not a Krusty Krab, bitch
Why you keep calling my phone?
Write this shit all on my own
Audemars not on my wrist but I'm on time
Shaving off like some some seconds
Take it off now she naked
Take it all that's impressive
Press on nails, her dress and her necklace off
Bet that ass is from Texas
Better bet that YUCCA boy run the southwest
We ain't come out the drought yet
All the drip's in my outfit
Fit is on froze like Idina
My pennies are green and I call it patina
Yellow ochre on the jordan 1s
They ain't foreign ones and I wore em once
Money smart like a 401 but I'm pouring funds into shoes now
Guess that happens when you grow up poor then afford more when you move out
Four doors on the Toyota they ain't butterfly but they all lock
Ain't nothing go quite together like a muscle car and a small cock
All ears when they all talk
I'm all hers when she on top
She all mine when I get behind like I flip a dime and it lands tails
I been feeling like I can't fail
What's a man to an ant hill?
I been feeling like this life a beach and I fill her up like a sand pail
I'm bout to make a sand palace
Grippin sipping out the damn chalice
Working every day at any rate it's only heavy weight can make a hand calloused
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Writer(s): John Racette
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