Phase 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Dante
Skoozi

[Chorus]
If you want that beef we serve him a platter
Then I'ma go fry him and dip him in batter
Smoking on leaf I'm flying to Saturn
I'm rolling a fronto I'm making it fatter
Strap on a ray gun I'ma turn you to matter
Sipping on Tech, I feel it in my bladder
I call him Tourette's he in love with that chatter
Slick with my words like a Cat in the Hatter
Laying 'em down like a mat
Stuck like a tat
I got these b*tches on tap
I barely even do rap
But when I do, they put it right on the map
They put it right on the map
Sippin' on syrup and smoking on sap
Feeling like Uzi that b*tch is a rat
Pourin' up purple I'm sippin' on Act'

[Verse 1]
Keep it like Urkel I'm pourin' up purple
I be fried as hell when I pull up to class
Hop on the I-94 off the drank then I might just go f*ck around and maybe crash
If you want smoke, then I might pull up on 'em with that Poké Ball just like I'm Ash
He gonna choke, we 'bout to throw him a pass and he ain't even gonna go catch
Feeling like Dash I'll be there in a flash
Smoking deciduous forest I'm smoking on hash
Feel like Jimmy gotta blast
You smoking a Suorin and you know that I'm smoking on gas
[Verse 2]
b*tch I'll be there in a minute, maybe a second
I remember all them days like Eleven
You switching sides you been looking like Kevin
Breaking ties at the 7-Eleven
Feeling like Duwap, I got that Gucci bandana
Yuh
I hop in your store I hop in your store I feel like I'm John Gabbana
I'm pourin' a four, I'm pourin' a four, I mix it right up with the Fanta
Ain't going on tour, ain't going on tour, I still haven't been to Atlanta
Been on the court Hasheem Thabeet
Poppin' a pill I do not sleep
b*tch I'm the GOAT, you just a sheep
pus*y boy, you gotta read it and weep
Your b*tch is online and she's selling her feet
I'm smoking exotic you smoking on cheap
b*tch you been knowing I'm playing for keeps
Pull off in that Benz I feel like I'm Peep

[Chorus]
If you want that beef we serve him a platter
Then I'ma go fry him and dip him in batter
Smoking on leaf I'm flying to Saturn
I'm rolling a fronto I'm making it fatter
Strap on a ray gun I'ma turn you to matter
Sipping on Tech I feel it in my bladder
I call him Tourette's he in love with that chatter
Slick with my words like a Cat in the Hatter
Laying 'em down like a mat
Stuck like a tat
I got these b*tches on tap
I barely even do rap
But when I do, they put it right on the map
They put it right on the map
Sippin' on syrup and smoking on sap
Feeling like Uzi that b*tch is a rat
Pourin' up purple I'm sippin' on Act'