Sesame Street (Extended Version) lyrics

[Intro]
Hehe, hehe, yeah
Ooh, let me (Lucid)
Ayy, ooh, hey
Ayy, I do it

[Verse 1]
Run that b*tch up like a track meet, mm
Run that b*tch up like a track meet, mm
Gimme the pack and I might tax that
She gotta fatty, I might tap that
Gimmie ya' addy we pulling up to ya' pad
Then we gon pull out the rattle and go click-clack, ooh
I ride that b*tch like a boat with a sail on it
She suck my di*k then I bail on her, ooh
I got a pack in a box that says mail on it
Open it up and then sell it all, ooh
I'm from the street man I feel like sesame, uh
All of these thotties wanna have sex with me, uh
Whip it and flip it, I know the recipe
Remember me, y'all n*ggas been sleeping
But, now you texting me, mm
She ride my di*k like a skateboard, yo
I get the bop, I don't date whores, ew
I gave her Xanax, she might deep throat
I got my tool straight from Home Depot, yeah
[Chorus]
Lit pimpin', wrist pimpin', whip pimpin' sh*t, okay
p*ss on my wrist, yellow diamonds, yeah they sick, okay

[Verse 2]
Okay, I'm fly like a bird, uh-huh (Trap)
What you heard? Uh-huh (Remix)
Elmo, mm-mm. Big Bird
I'm first, you third, mm-mm
What's the word? mm-mm
I don't know, mm-mm, you scurred
I'm livin' like Grover
Momma raised a soldier (Joey)
Call up Bert and Ernie (Joey)
Put you in a coma
Call up my n*ggas, we need like ten of them (Ten of them)
Look at my watch, it look like a Tennyson (Ben Tennyson)
Pull up on n*ggas and when we pull out a trigger
We finna put out that light like It's Thomas Edison, wow
You n*ggas Trash like you Oscar, mm
I f*ck that b*tch, broke her posture, mm
Pull up, we smokin' them pistols is shootin' my n*ggas
Got work like they Rastas, huh
Count with a n*gga, like one, ah-ah, ah-ah
Two, ah-ah, ah-ah
Three, ah-ah, ah-ah
b*tches on my di*k like I'm Count, okay
She don't wanna f*ck, then give me mouth, okay
Imma run that check up then I'm out, okay
I want that cookie like Cookie Monster
She keep calling me Dad, but I'm not her father
I pull up with Big Birds and we get it poppin'
I don't know none of these n*ggas but they been jocking sh*t, man
[Pre-hook]
I'm from the street man I feel like sesame
All of these thotties wanna have sex with me, wow
Whip it and flip it, I know the recipe
Remember me, y'all n*ggas been sleeping
And now you texting me, mm

[Chorus]
Okay, now lit pimpin', wrist pimpin', whip pimpin' sh*t, okay
p*ss on my wrist, yellow diamonds, yeah they sick, okay