E-ER feat. Lil Yachty

歌詞

Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch I'm sippin' tea, beat what I eat Kicked up the feet, no Assassin's Creed Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Good reflexes like you knocked at the knee X'd out defeat, you, I delete My boots from Greece made with feathers from geese Counting loose leaf with the face of deceased Count up the bread, count up the yeast This is for my nemesis, white folk If you pull up, then you're dead, uh-uh, rifle We gon' cross him like the symbol on a Bible Call him Spongebob 'cause he movin' life without spinal, huh Never not woke, my gland pineal On the patio fucking Princess's peach, Mario Yellow Louis V overalls on me, look like Wario On the mic, I'm an animal, hear the cardio through audio If you want beef, capisce (Hahaha) Smokin' on tree, hashish (Yow) She said, "No, don't leave" Baby, I'm oh-so green (What's that shit 'cause it better not be) We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh) Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh) Chopsticks, got me a pick (Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh) Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (Eeh) Fuck you mean? (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup) Huh, oh, I'm ready (Haha) Yuh (Oh, shit), yuh I'm in the land of the lost, now I'm chill, Jack Frost Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce Jack Skellington limbs 'cause I'm known to pop off And I'm one with the force, so this saber is my sword Got the dick tucked in like RuPaul Two bananas and a boat in the U-Haul (Huh) And the dope look sick like Wuhan 'Nother brick comin' in from Tucson (Racks) I was too piffed up when a nigga walked in I was servin' up bricks at a low end (White) I got too much boof stuffed in my pants (Huh, huh, huh, huh-huh-huh) I could probably fuck around, build a snowman (Huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh) And it's stone, no Mason, say I'm chillin' with your bitch It's for him and her like Rozan 'Cause this shit go down when a nigga get whacked Should've never put your life in a ho hands If you want beef, capisce (Hahaha) Smokin' on tree, hashish (Yow) She said, "No, don't leave" Baby, I'm oh-so green (What's that shit 'cause it better not be) We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh) Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh) Chopsticks, got me a pick (Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh) Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (Eeh) Kick a bitch to the curb if she don't speak with manners (Hee, hee) My house sit alone behind gates by the manor (Hee, hee) My new hoes look whiter than Carlos Santana (Hee, hee) My bitch from the hood, mamas hustled on camera (Hee, go) School from the seventies Could've been dropped by the first time I signed for my boy That was English like city of Oxford Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar I thought I want kids 'til I sat by a toddler Recorded two hits in one hour at Doppler (Two) I walk in my house naked holding my chopper (Frrt) We do the same shit, we change names just like soccer My jewelry box looking like Davy Jones' locker I want Addison Rae to become my doctor and check on my privates (Woo) Put her in a skirt and a scarf like a pilot He didn't make it past the first clip like a pilot (Frrt) I'm sick, I need medicine before I riot My bitch pussy sweet, it help with my diet Can't go off the label, boy, I gotta eye it I gotta smell, I gotta taste it Haha, hahaha, yaow, frrt (On God, slatt) What's this, what's this? What's that shit 'cause it better not be Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (Go) Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (Slatt, damn) Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup Hahaha, oh shit