Omakase
(Haha, what the f-)
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
(Haha, what the f-)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
(Haha, what the f-, haha, what the f-)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
I hate how when we take the molly, we get closer (I hate it, I hate it, I hate)
'Cause we won't be as open-minded when we sober (huh, huh)
I bet your bitch would wait in line to take a photo (wait, wait)
You stab my back? No, your sorry can't cut, huh (what the fuck?)
I bust my ass day and night, Kid Cudi, huh (fuck, fuck)
Been runnin' that mouth for days
And still ain't said nothin', huh (not a damn thing)
So many dead faces, look like a mass murder (ah, ah)
I'm slidin' in with the Hell', make everybody heads turn (what the fuck?)
I'm Savage, the Macho Man
Just watch your head before I jump off them ropes
As soon as I buy you that bag
Go and pop that tag, 'cause I do not plan on returnin'
T-T-shirt might be blank, but it'd break your bank
I don't even know where it's from
Th-this ho go both ways, and I say, "Okay," I'ma still take that down
I see your comments, lil' man, still can't give you the time of day
Three-point-five in this 'Wood, look like Megan Thee Stallion leg
My body wide, so I can't fit this Number (N)ine tee, goddamn (nope, nope)
I should've never believed that bitch, and she should've never believed my ass
I hate how when we take the molly, we get closer (I hate it, I hate it, I hate)
'Cause we won't be as open-minded when we sober (huh, huh)
I bet your bitch would wait in line to take a photo (wait, wait)
You stab my back? No, your sorry can't cut, huh (what the fuck?)
I bust my ass day and night, Kid Cudi, huh (fuck, fuck)
Been runnin' that mouth for days
And still ain't said nothin', huh (not a damn thing)
So many dead faces, look like a mass murder (ha, ah)
I'm slidin' in with the Hell', make everybody heads turn (what the fuck?)
So much ash on my body, look like I got set on fire
I didn't ask for your two cents, keep that shit inside your pocket
Left watch presidential, look like I'm gon' run for office
I bought it, I didn't rent it, so I drive it how I want to (I drive, drive, drive)
This a tussle, me against the Fronto (against the-, huh, huh)
Jimmy Butler, hit him with the cross-up (I hit him with the-, huh)
Just built this Range, I still legged it
All the options (legged it, legged it, legged it)
I take her brain, then I take her, omakase (on my own)
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
(Haha, what the f-)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
(Haha, what the f-, haha, what the f-)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
I hate how when we take the molly, we get closer (I hate it, I hate it, I hate)
'Cause we won't be as open-minded when we sober (huh, huh)
I bet your bitch would wait in line to take a photo (wait, wait)
You stab my back? No, your sorry can't cut, huh (what the fuck?)
I bust my ass day and night, Kid Cudi, huh (fuck, fuck)
Been runnin' that mouth for days
And still ain't said nothin', huh (not a damn thing)
So many dead faces, look like a mass murder (ah, ah)
I'm slidin' in with the Hell', make everybody heads turn (what the fuck?)
I'm Savage, the Macho Man
Just watch your head before I jump off them ropes
As soon as I buy you that bag
Go and pop that tag, 'cause I do not plan on returnin'
T-T-shirt might be blank, but it'd break your bank
I don't even know where it's from
Th-this ho go both ways, and I say, "Okay," I'ma still take that down
I see your comments, lil' man, still can't give you the time of day
Three-point-five in this 'Wood, look like Megan Thee Stallion leg
My body wide, so I can't fit this Number (N)ine tee, goddamn (nope, nope)
I should've never believed that bitch, and she should've never believed my ass
I hate how when we take the molly, we get closer (I hate it, I hate it, I hate)
'Cause we won't be as open-minded when we sober (huh, huh)
I bet your bitch would wait in line to take a photo (wait, wait)
You stab my back? No, your sorry can't cut, huh (what the fuck?)
I bust my ass day and night, Kid Cudi, huh (fuck, fuck)
Been runnin' that mouth for days
And still ain't said nothin', huh (not a damn thing)
So many dead faces, look like a mass murder (ha, ah)
I'm slidin' in with the Hell', make everybody heads turn (what the fuck?)
So much ash on my body, look like I got set on fire
I didn't ask for your two cents, keep that shit inside your pocket
Left watch presidential, look like I'm gon' run for office
I bought it, I didn't rent it, so I drive it how I want to (I drive, drive, drive)
This a tussle, me against the Fronto (against the-, huh, huh)
Jimmy Butler, hit him with the cross-up (I hit him with the-, huh)
Just built this Range, I still legged it
All the options (legged it, legged it, legged it)
I take her brain, then I take her, omakase (on my own)
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Writer(s): Ian O'neill Smith, Asmil Rodriguez
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