you fuckers hatin on my swag but yall love this shit, every 1 2 3 seconds gotta pose for a pic, gotta say turn the flash off but leave the mask on or take the mask off aint no mollies or percs but the grass tall

this shit aint been the same since i got evicted, dressed like a clown then i got your attention

ima motherfuckin outcast, not three stacks i gotta slouched back, never stoppin ima tiger youre a house cat, dont fuck around bitch welcome to the house trap

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i dont pack no heat i dont carry no guns but ill still stomp a bitch in my air force ones

i wanna take you out wanna show you off, my feelings have been growing tall, fuck the text id rather call, and hear your voice but its your choice, we can sit in my room play MF doom, your love aint a sock but its fruit to my loom, my heart is warm man warmer than stew, you can meet my fam you meet my crew, or lets just cuddle and call each other boo, the other dudes were false but ill show you true, tell me that you love me cause i love you too, let me solve your case like we're playing clue, 575 we can write a haiku

we on opposite sides like a dick and a clit but i am who i am i aint sorry bout shit

we dont ever get sunsets like this, kiss your cocoa butter hands, my favorite scent, im from northern italy lets take a trip, or we can get into the sheets and hit a quick

glad i can wrap you up and call you mine, when we get home can we fuck? i aint wastin no time, figured i tell say how much i love you through these rhymes, if loving you against the law, then shit i guess im going to jail, and if loving you is a sin then i guess i meet you in hell <3

today may not affect tomorrow, next week youll still be a douche nozzle, last week i was smackin on gelato, yesterday i got 10 bucks off the lotto, classrooms and prisons tomato tomato

sittin in my room playin mf doom, your love aint a sock but its the fruit to my loom

since when was it a wavy to be havin babies? house full of wine got amy goin crazy, pop some ecstasy, enough with the fugazzi, wave a bone in my facie girl you tryna tame me, you all the way in cali but come cuddle with me baby ;)

she cant ever stay sober, used to save up for them red octobers, couple years later its all about the yeezys now, rather hit a line raise a child

im just a knappy headed cracker, tryna call myself anything but a rapper, cmon im a artist boutta go retarded, lookin round like look what i done started, harmonizin like marvin, its the pumpkins im carvin, that turn to jacks o lanterns, goin way harder than-a, that faker from atlanta, i aint got no wigs dont call me hanna montana

911 is the number ill dial (i wanna be cool) itll take a while

i used to be chubby curly head fuckin kid, now im bossin up on you and your bitch, i got chewy over here producin this thing, ima slap you the face a fake ass ring, i gotta couple skateboards in back of my trunk, take a knee in the anthem in my busted ass dunks, the bomb that im droppin is atomic, laid up on my couch reading marvel comics, sippin tea from around town, i aint losin your attention so dont turn the fucking sound down, gettin milk from a brown cow

don't fuck with designer but i do rock guess, thats why you fuckers got mad when i won best dressed