Beetleborgs

(Bye Kyle)

(Brrt)
Thinkin' he nuts? Ar do vasectomy (brrt, ah, boom)
Baccarat creepin' but I still smell the jealousy
Hunnid percent, you be givin' it seventy
Uppin' my weaponry, searchin' for enemies
(Ayo, Cordae where they at?)
You can hear the Redeye rumble like it's Anthony Johnson
Spent five at Saks, I was casually shoppin'
Got a sweet tooth for pape', goddamn, think my cavities rotten
Fly as hell, ain't no gravity options
Outer space, in the galaxy watchin' (phew)
If you down, make a strategy, plot it
I don't do the Tris shit, I'm happily Wockin'

(Tryna ride this wave and get drowned, Category 5)
(Tryna ride this wave and get drowned, Category 5)

Yeah, ayy,
Tryna ride this wave, no category
Keep this Glock 19, no statutory (woo)
Call me Dexter how I stay in the laboratory
Shit, I'd rather get high and watch Rick and Morty
With the gang in the trap, that's negatory
My dick harder than a test, bitch, take it for me
And I really got the juice, get naked for me
And if I can't make you cum, you better fake it for me
Never mind, end of story
I was just talkin' to my nigga
He be hangin' with gorillas in the middle of the winter like Tarzan
Now, I be chillin' in the villa with some bitches havin' thriller
'Cause I'm known to spit the fire like Charmander
How I buy a new Ferrari if a Carvana
Just bought a new crib out in Tarzana
I'm the shit, I'm that nigga, I'm the commander
I'm the shit, lil' nigga, no propaganda

(Brrt)
He think he big and bad 'til gangy put some masks and slide down like some Beetleborgs
Fiends ain't got no diabetes, what you think the needles for?
When I smash the pedal in the 'Hawk, you hear some eagles soar
Yerkys got me booted like a car with a ticket
Blood, sweat, and tears, goin' hard, start to the finish
Flyin' 'round iron attached, Tony Stark on the mission
Moon rock in the stout, gon' go to Mars if you hit it
Fuck a money counter, I can add it up like Archimedes
One to one, I see some fake replicas but it's hard to beat me
Mister Pull Up Make It Boom (Boom), try not to start habibi
Think yo bitch a zombie, when I come around she start to eat me

That bitch start to eat me, huh
Start to eat me
Why that bitch start to eat me?

Yeah, uh
I'm a bastard that Father Time raised alone
But Mother Nature, when they see you doin' well for yourself
They love to hate you, I discover paper
Young brother covered a dozen acres
Catch me courtside watchin' the Clippers, I love the Lakers
Vanity chasin', ego fragile like Anthony Davis
I smoke a blunt and wonder why y'all niggas champion racists
I'm handsome and favorite, not to mention my pockets is chubby
Really wish I met my idols, knew that Pac would've loved me
Stop sayin' lucky, manifest a young god in the rugby
With the Pumas that match, I'm stackin' this lucrative cash
Add enough to check for times, I couldn't do good at math
Could be stressin' over life but I just choose to relax, motherfucker