I'm a show off
And I don't play coop
Sipping out the bottle got me tripping off tomorrow
In a flux
In a time zone
Flipping off the Zs
Need some Tylenol
My Heads about to bust on her beez
In a trap like a tiger
Lost in the myzer
Flop into geek mode
Buckle up
Buy a
Soul for yourself
MFs in a trance
My formation of form conformed norms to a glance
Ya
F*ck it imma go for the keystone
Ya
Hop up on the jet get my beach on
Mama say
Mama saw
Move on
We got my goals in the safe for the conscious jons
Talk shit imma put you in a box of bonds
F*ck boys wanna act like they Gods to us
Come and show me what you made of
A botched collage
I cop boobs in my palms and message em all
Imma take it from my mamas to the taj mahal
Got a buddy with a beady eyed beast that bark
MFs face red like the side of the barn
I'm talking shit up out my ass till I'm part of the Stars
Then it's a play by play
Give you everything
It's a cold cruel world when we ain't the same
I ain't here to inspire I'm here for fame
Can't commit I gotta hit till I know I ain't lame
Swag
Pull up with the stash in the bag
Digits in the dash going fast as I pass
Tackle any f*cker that wan' muddle up meetings
Imma move my mama where my mama got it easy
Free shipping if you packing the bagging
Take the style
I don't need it anyhow
We got more than many fouls
I could hold that cross
Clip and nip ya branch
Nonsense baby
We got more than light falling
Damn
Agape
Potter pulling up the weeds on it
I got mortified seeing a borderline trashed season
Soft serving up the cream
Got the goat for the queen
Crock pot full of lost pop corduroys
Go rejoice
It's like robotics my medulla ablongota got her popping out the bottom line
Send me a message
I'm all about the breaks and breastses
You mf really need a few more sessions
F*ck it imma go for the keystone
Ya
Hop up on the jet get my beach on
Mama say
Mama saw
Move on
We got my goals in the safe for the conscious jons
Talk shit imma put you in a box of bonds
F*ck boys wanna act like they Gods to us
Come and show me what you made of
A botched collage
I cop boobs in my palms and message em all
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I'm a show off
And I don't play coop
Sipping out the bottle got me tripping off tomorrow
In a flux
In a time zone
Flipping off the Zs
Need some Tylenol
My Heads about to bust on her beez
In a trap like a tiger
Lost in the myzer
Flop into geek mode
Buckle up
Buy a
Soul for yourself
MFs in a trance
My formation of form conformed norms to a glance
Ya
F*ck it imma go for the keystone
Ya
Hop up on the jet get my beach on
Mama say
Mama saw
Move on
We got my goals in the safe for the conscious jons
Talk shit imma put you in a box of bonds
F*ck boys wanna act like they Gods to us
Come and show me what you made of
A botched collage
I cop boobs in my palms and message em all
Imma take it from my mamas to the taj mahal
Got a buddy with a beady eyed beast that bark
MFs face red like the side of the barn
I'm talking shit up out my ass till I'm part of the Stars
Then it's a play by play
Give you everything
It's a cold cruel world when we ain't the same
I ain't here to inspire I'm here for fame
Can't commit I gotta hit till I know I ain't lame
Swag
Pull up with the stash in the bag
Digits in the dash going fast as I pass
Tackle any f*cker that wan' muddle up meetings
Imma move my mama where my mama got it easy
Free shipping if you packing the bagging
Take the style
I don't need it anyhow
We got more than many fouls
I could hold that cross
Clip and nip ya branch
Nonsense baby
We got more than light falling
Damn
Agape
Potter pulling up the weeds on it
I got mortified seeing a borderline trashed season
Soft serving up the cream
Got the goat for the queen
Crock pot full of lost pop corduroys
Go rejoice
It's like robotics my medulla ablongota got her popping out the bottom line
Send me a message
I'm all about the breaks and breastses
You mf really need a few more sessions
F*ck it imma go for the keystone
Ya
Hop up on the jet get my beach on
Mama say
Mama saw
Move on
We got my goals in the safe for the conscious jons
Talk shit imma put you in a box of bonds
F*ck boys wanna act like they Gods to us
Come and show me what you made of
A botched collage
I cop boobs in my palms and message em all
And I don't play coop
Sipping out the bottle got me tripping off tomorrow
In a flux
In a time zone
Flipping off the Zs
Need some Tylenol
My Heads about to bust on her beez
In a trap like a tiger
Lost in the myzer
Flop into geek mode
Buckle up
Buy a
Soul for yourself
MFs in a trance
My formation of form conformed norms to a glance
Ya
F*ck it imma go for the keystone
Ya
Hop up on the jet get my beach on
Mama say
Mama saw
Move on
We got my goals in the safe for the conscious jons
Talk shit imma put you in a box of bonds
F*ck boys wanna act like they Gods to us
Come and show me what you made of
A botched collage
I cop boobs in my palms and message em all
Imma take it from my mamas to the taj mahal
Got a buddy with a beady eyed beast that bark
MFs face red like the side of the barn
I'm talking shit up out my ass till I'm part of the Stars
Then it's a play by play
Give you everything
It's a cold cruel world when we ain't the same
I ain't here to inspire I'm here for fame
Can't commit I gotta hit till I know I ain't lame
Swag
Pull up with the stash in the bag
Digits in the dash going fast as I pass
Tackle any f*cker that wan' muddle up meetings
Imma move my mama where my mama got it easy
Free shipping if you packing the bagging
Take the style
I don't need it anyhow
We got more than many fouls
I could hold that cross
Clip and nip ya branch
Nonsense baby
We got more than light falling
Damn
Agape
Potter pulling up the weeds on it
I got mortified seeing a borderline trashed season
Soft serving up the cream
Got the goat for the queen
Crock pot full of lost pop corduroys
Go rejoice
It's like robotics my medulla ablongota got her popping out the bottom line
Send me a message
I'm all about the breaks and breastses
You mf really need a few more sessions
F*ck it imma go for the keystone
Ya
Hop up on the jet get my beach on
Mama say
Mama saw
Move on
We got my goals in the safe for the conscious jons
Talk shit imma put you in a box of bonds
F*ck boys wanna act like they Gods to us
Come and show me what you made of
A botched collage
I cop boobs in my palms and message em all
Writer: Jonathan Paulson
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Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid