b*tch i need charcuterie board lyrics

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[Intro]
​niztopia, niztopia
​niztopia, niztopia
Yeah

[Verse]
​niz need a verse, so I'ma go right now
I don't— oh f*ck, I just dropped the damn mic
But I don't care, baby
You know that I got some f*cking nice hair, baby
Uh, yeah, uh, wait
Mm, f*ck
Shoulda did this sh*t when I had a f*ckin' mic
But it's inside a storage unit two thousand miles away from the crib that I'm at right now
Shout out my mom, shout out my dad, shout out my bunny
Boy, you know I talk— Oh that sh*t ain't funny
Uh, mm, yeah
Uh
Up a pole on him like it's f*ckin' [Dee's Day?]
I'ma pull up on niz, we gon' get a cheese plate
Uh, yeah, have a free day
Mm, yeah, sippin' Frito-Lay
Play the beat out the speakers with, f*ck— Frito-Lays are chips
That's not a damn drink, my fault
But I play the damn beat out the speakers, left my headphones in Cali'
b*tch, you know I'm baddie, you know I'm a baddie
b*tch, I keep it fatty, wait I, hold up, huh-huh, huh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, ha-ha, okay
Okay, start naming sh*t that's in my childhood basement
There's a f*cking plank of plywood
There's a f*cking fish tank filter
There's a— why'd the beat stop?
There's a AC on the ground
There's a Glade air freshener, b*tch, you know I'm fresher
Got the pressure
Hashtag f*ck my life, boy, you know what we on
f*ck music, f*ck my job, f*ck my car, f*ck my wife
f*ck my everything, f*ck my boss
(Why'd the be—, uh, hello?)
(Why the f*ck did the beat stop again?)
If you could hear that, lowkey, my mom playing piano upstairs, so that means I could be loud
b*tch, what you know about smoking on loud?
b*tch, what the f*ck you know 'bout—? Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy
Uh
b*tch, we do a song wars
Ayy, meet me the lil', huh, huh, boo
What the f*ck you know about—? Ayy, woah, ayy
Ayy, f*ck a song wars, b*tch, I need charcuterie board
b*tch, oh, f*ck, I just knocked over that cloud converter
b*tch, and you know I really need a squirter
My mom probably think I'm bugging down here, but it's fine 'cause I got to—
Wait, damn, this beat long as sh*t, and there— one, one more bridge
I don't give a f*ck, ayy, hey, hey
Why the f*ck do things cost so much now? This sh*t really suck
I swear that I might have to get a job, this sh*t is tough
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
b*tch, when I go restaurants I order large fries
It doesn't matter if 2hollis like guys
I'ma pull up in that motherf*ckin' good, ayy
Pull up in that motherf*ckin', I don't give a damn
Pull up in that motherf*ckin' Green Eggs and Ham
Pull up in that motherf*ckin' peanut butter jam
Uh, car slam, when I pull up, grand slam
Uh, and yo' b*tch wanna touch up on my hand
I said no 'cause I'm taken
I'm— I'm j—, hey, ayy
I eat j*rk chicken Jamaican, hey
She wanna touch my [?] hey, hey
Can't f*ck with the pig, yeah, no bacon, hey
I switch the voice up, yeah
Yeah-yeah
[Outro]
Oh, man
I retire, I don't think I can do this anymore, man