No, not even 30
And already wanna buy my tombstone
Plenty of body parts to choose from
Bad bitch wants the bone
Drafted; top of the league
Wasted; girls, drinks, and weed
One-on-one, then you must be dumb
Baffled if you f*ck with me
This is Whyte Mountain
Fingers twisted West
Portlandian with the candy cane
On the track, I molest
Overzealous
But girls be jealous if they ain't feeding by the breast
Simply can't resist these lyrics, bitch
F*ck, are you deaf?
This shit right here
This shit right here, nigga
Make ya wanna drop the call and dunk a toaster in a jacuzzi, full of hard liquor
Y'all chum buckets on a bucket list
Handy J so intense, she slit her own wrist
F*ck like it's my last day
F*ck like it's my last day
She on her knees, she begging please
F*ck like is she goin' pray?
But damn, is she flexible
Nickname being Pretzel Girl
Asian or Hispanic, I'm f*cking international (go!)
Double entendre
No melodrama
Spit like a llama
Only build honor
Castles I conquer
Remove the tiara
And bite her taco with my anaconda
Top-roster monster off that Grey Goose vodka
Ain't seen your daddy so to these f*ckers, we poppa
F*cking with Karma
Flirting with Danger
Hand of God, hand of a stranger
Don't have to be blind to believe in superstitions
Room still available if you ask the mortician
(Lah!)