Verse
How is you feeling vro?
Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though?
Mr. Fantastic 'cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I'm smoking on the cat p*ss
I'ma be real ya' know, when I whip my di*k out
She said "too big, gotta map this"
Map, map, map
You the type to have eyebrow cat scratch
And I'm in the field like baseball bat
And I'm fresh off a lick like an old Tic-Tac
You done f*cked up like you take a step back
Cool cat like a stray in a freezer in the back
Like you're Jay-Z no Roc-A-Fella holla back
But I'm 'bout the damn money boomerang back
Okay like lisp, is how I speak 'cause I sip
Lean like what's done on your b*tch
In your mouth I fit a fist
Pistol best friends with my hip
Like T.I. b*tch as a tip
I don't get head I get lip
The sauce is water I dripped
Shout-out my mucus (ayy, ayy)
'Cause you know that be my slime
(Ayy, catch me outside)
Shout-out my mucus
That n*gga, that be my slime
Okay, what, watch this pus*y, ayy ayy, okay
Kung Lao wristbands lookin' like a hitman
But a n*gga tryna hit a lick, man, umm
Took her to the bathroom, f*cked her through the zip, man
Left her legs shakin' like the Crip dance, umm
Verse 2 ski mask the slump god
Na-Na-Na-Na-Nationwide on yo' b*tch side! Ayy!
Ay ay! Huh, huh
Whatever I say, y'all gotta do
Suck this di*k, your hoe do
My b*tch look like Kim Possible