BIZAR AUDI - Old Yeller Lyrics

Put a verse down when I'm down like old yeller
I was sad but I had to do it should of known better
Picking up clues that you left off an old letter
You a evil person if you sold drugs with fet in her
Polyurethane plastic not wrinkled this a bent sweatshirt
Riding round in them ford truck beds now I mob in Bedford
Got it made in my eyes she give me neck until her head hurt
Give this bitch a spin around the lot ima test her
Never text her (back) just be touching me
Yeah she like my texture
I approximate yeah I don't measure
Halloween fingers boy them getting severed
By the man who's face is leather
I keep f*cking on that fish cuz it keep getting better
They waste lot a cheese they some cheddar shredders
Not my business they stacks gettin lesser
Can't talk bitch need a messenger editor
Put 'em on the phone I'm not sending them
No joke no smoke no cap no synonyms
She bust it back spicy like some cinnamon
I'm the riddler on Ritalin
Got a gorgeous freak look like reptilian
Repping the set till it make millions
Rapping this shit in a f*cking pavilion
Getting head in archipelago
Smoking blood orange Sanpellegrino
She tan, Pelle on glass a vino you know how we go
This shit get deep like archaeology
And I'm too fast with it they gotta be rewinding me
Yeah I'm a slimy thing
This that mucus music lemony lime green
We growing big as a Yosemite pine tree