Float

got 'em

ill vanilla, my fist a grill filla
spillin rude hicks like some blue chip gorillas
millie chillin in my whip in case of killas
silly bills fill my pockets like the cheese in quesadillas
inner machinations of my mind are an enigma
shit i spit is so sick, if you listen you'll need Cigna
if my dick be the shifter then your bitch be the Stig
my man, i go zeroni, fill ya with holes if i don't dig ya
i'm boss tho, samples like bizarro costco, your shit is cheesy, better stick with bosco, i'll fry ya chickens roscoe
lit an eighth of sky highest garbanzos now im sittin here bakin, hypnotized like gonzo
snorlaxin with the quarter in the backwoods, poppin xanax forwards-backwards, i'm the lord of the slackers
the fourth string quarterback of sick whores and bastards
i'm bored of crackers, stick my sword in backs of nordstrom rack-ers
get an average handy from a bitch, i'll savage randy
blast my cream onto her top, that's what she gets for being blandy
chillin out, sippin brandy topless, look bobandy
musty lanzy killin pansy kids with hooks so sandy
that was a stretch but i fuck with it
smokin the diesel but i also fill my truck with it
chetty busta run amok and grillin cucks with it
never got the pussy, now my fuckin tongue is stuck with it

[m e m e]

i bring the corn like i'm born in omaha
off the wall, i'm okinawa flowin, blowin up like a tomahawk
bronco boy bringin beef to bogans like the stroganoff
room full of bitches lookin like the house of romanov
thicc bitch from arizona, told her to come over
tongue game cobra, pussy tastin like Qdoba
cracked a corona, lit the dro, i'm in a coma
fuckin homegrown got my lungs on mesothelioma
got the dumb dinero, fuckin sick to the marrow
lookin flyer than a sparrow in the '95 camaro
wit sharp as arrows all day and tomorrow
stuck it in her derrier, dick coated ferrero, fucks given: zero
fuck a heineken, i need to get high again
piney mile highs got my eyes like a chinaman's
i'm dividing hymens, pussy taste like aunt jemima
with vaginas on my face like the beard on james hyneman
graspin cash like president trump grope hoes
taliban tryna stick they dicks in my GOAT flow
hoppin over motes for that mopey hoe's throat
gotta sell a metric ton of dope to make a boat float
find a flaw in my verbal krav maga
team got my back like a bra, pockets full of coleslaw
catch me in the back corner of your study hall
your bitch couldn't answer roll call cuz my dick is in her jaw

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