HAZEL
Bitch this be imported cargo
Our album gas, you was paying car notes
This is Mr. Freeze, I'm fuckin Fargo
Chef Boyardi I'm fuckin Narcos
I hit a eagle, you hit a bogey
Respect the OG's, you a fucking phony
So Akon, I'm mister Mr. Lonely
Your girl bogus, my girl the homie
Wake up, fuck, sleep, eat, smoke, drink
Demon on wheels, but my tank on E
Rubber and bands call me Mr. Fantastic
Spectrum boy when I spit I get spastic
Anita when step in the booth it's a Rapture
Real Donny Creed when you muh fuck as tappin
Reese's, see me, sweet as saccharine
Pull up with my girl like, damn what's happening
Ayyyye
I could do this shit for days
Ayyyye
CREAM Wu-Tang, real crisp the glaze
Ayyyye
Cookin the kitchen throw in Basil
Ayyyye
You know I mean it when you look in my hazel
I'm done being second fiddle
Put all my shit on these instrumentals
Did lotta shit that was detrimental
Gritted my teeth, now I got dental
Now I'm smiling everyday
Focused on my shit in every way
Smoking on gas watch it levitate me
Stand by watch these bitches hate me
You wanna talk, hoe stop it
You wanna pop then drop it
Oh it's a lock, go home Rodger
A bitch is among us, an imposter
Ayyyye
I could do this shit for days
Ayyyye
CREAM Wu-Tang, real crisp the glaze
Ayyyye
Cookin the kitchen throw in Basil
Ayyyye
You know I mean it when you look in my hazel
Ayyyye
I could do this shit for days
Ayyyye
CREAM Wu-Tang, real crisp the glaze
Ayyyye
Cookin the kitchen throw in Basil
Ayyyye
You know I mean it when you look in my hazel
Our album gas, you was paying car notes
This is Mr. Freeze, I'm fuckin Fargo
Chef Boyardi I'm fuckin Narcos
I hit a eagle, you hit a bogey
Respect the OG's, you a fucking phony
So Akon, I'm mister Mr. Lonely
Your girl bogus, my girl the homie
Wake up, fuck, sleep, eat, smoke, drink
Demon on wheels, but my tank on E
Rubber and bands call me Mr. Fantastic
Spectrum boy when I spit I get spastic
Anita when step in the booth it's a Rapture
Real Donny Creed when you muh fuck as tappin
Reese's, see me, sweet as saccharine
Pull up with my girl like, damn what's happening
Ayyyye
I could do this shit for days
Ayyyye
CREAM Wu-Tang, real crisp the glaze
Ayyyye
Cookin the kitchen throw in Basil
Ayyyye
You know I mean it when you look in my hazel
I'm done being second fiddle
Put all my shit on these instrumentals
Did lotta shit that was detrimental
Gritted my teeth, now I got dental
Now I'm smiling everyday
Focused on my shit in every way
Smoking on gas watch it levitate me
Stand by watch these bitches hate me
You wanna talk, hoe stop it
You wanna pop then drop it
Oh it's a lock, go home Rodger
A bitch is among us, an imposter
Ayyyye
I could do this shit for days
Ayyyye
CREAM Wu-Tang, real crisp the glaze
Ayyyye
Cookin the kitchen throw in Basil
Ayyyye
You know I mean it when you look in my hazel
Ayyyye
I could do this shit for days
Ayyyye
CREAM Wu-Tang, real crisp the glaze
Ayyyye
Cookin the kitchen throw in Basil
Ayyyye
You know I mean it when you look in my hazel
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Writer(s): Bradley Carter
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