[Verse 1] Mink Mew Mew boots got me tip toeing Leather sweatpants, that's Rick Owens Skinny so the blick's showing Semi with the dick showing Private 757 big Boeing Tell my pilote I say "Get going" Yellow bone with me, skin glowing Of course her friend join They do what I say, they be [?] and ain't no Venmo-ing Light the J like I be [?], the Bay I'm ignoring Blow the paper like a vent blowing, just like some lint blowing It's Tunechi [?] kitchen in the studio Soft top double R, that's the Ricky Rubio Beautiful diamonds dancing like they're in a musical Optical illusional, Jordan pharmaceuticals
Ooh wait, fuck is my lighter? Ooh wait, yeah
[Chorus] And that's Lil T on the audio, uh We like Luigi and Mario, uh Every bar be like a boss ho, uh Every flow be like a [?], uh Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh Buy whole pounds of Master P, uh I'm a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait Uh, yeah, uh, yeah That Chef Boyar-T and he on the stove, yeah We like Luigi and Mario, yeah Every bar I beat like a boss up, yeah Every flow be like a [?], yeah We tote styrofoams and we comatose, yeah Buy whole pounds of Master P, yeah I'm a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait
[Verse 2] Last night I had a fight with my sleep I guess the coke got in my pores from touching all the bricks So I just wrapped 'em up and wrote Tyson on each I got 'em biting ears and biting their teeth I'm talking 'bout that good snow, temp low Don't be surprised if I sneeze Excuse me, god bless me, thank you Socks on the Coop cover the ankles I'm driving so fast I might sprain 'em They be tryna bite the style like a canine But we know it's all Wayne's, no Damon Only God can judge me, Jesus piece on in my arraignment Fuck you talkin' bout? Explain it [?] chains on, looking sweeter than a Danish Painting pictures with his guts, autistic genius I stand back and admire my art and kiss my fingers And in God I trust My nina say she wanna get her body done Before I load the gun I told my bullets "All we got is us" Lami on [?] propellers blunt long as Coachella Mother knows best and daddy don't know no better I know you smell him, it's Young Tunechi Coca My uncle Rufus just OD'ed, we burning down the dope house This shit calamitous, animus And they all with the shit, unanimous I'm sicker than an ambulance I'm shittin' like a baby that got sick of all the pampering She foreign, Yugoslavian I throw this dick and she gon' act like I just threw a javelin
[Chorus] And that's Lil T on the audio, uh We like Luigi and Mario, uh Every bar I beat like a boss up, uh Every flow be like a [?], uh Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh Buy whole pounds of Master P, uh I'm a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait Uh, yeah, uh, yeah That Chef Boyar-T and he on the stove, yeah We like Luigi and Mario, yeah Every bar I beat like a boss up, yeah Every flow be like a [?], yeah We tote styrofoams and we comatose, yeah Buy whole pounds of Master P, yeah I'm a roll me a Lil Romeo, waitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
