On Smash lyrics

[Intro]
Brain
I'm Brain
I'm Brain

[Verse 1: Brain]
Brain f*ck a hood b*tch (sup, b*tch)
Brain don't give a single f*ck (no, no, no, never)
Brain'll look a grown man right up in his face
Tell that man he should toughen up (knuck or buck)
Brain f*ck a ant mound (it's soft yo)
Brain f*ck with cream cheese (the spread)
The Brain f*ck with poppy seeds (texture)
The Brain don't even got a p*nis
Swin Cash, balling like a b*tch
Whoa, Nelly, I'm the sh*t right now
Library tryna get it in
Tell that loud li'l b*tch pipe down

[Chorus 1: Brain]
Brain got it on smash
Brain got the club jumpin'
(Brain got it on smash)
Everyday I wake up, get money, count it up
Do the math, Brain about to buy a new di*k
Brain don't really give a damn at all (aw nah)
Lookin' at your b*tch like damn, he wrong (him?)
Lookin' at your di*k like damn, you soft
Lookin' at Lebron James brain like what's happenin'
[Verse 2: Lil di*ky and Brain]
Ayy, Young L, big pimpin', you can call me Shawn
Son of rappers, and I'm a b*tch
You can call me mom
Hit me when you need that sh*t
Lil di*ky like the John
Jammin' like Lebron
Ey, like the Fonz, ey
Yo, f*ckin' her good, yeah
f*ckin' her good, yeah
Good as I could, yeah
Good as I could, yeah
Ay, look at my b*tch
Look at her lips
Look at her good hair
Why my girl look like she work for a department store or something?
Why my girl look like she working for a Macy's?
Why your b*tch lookin' like she work and shop at Ross?
Where I know you from?
I seen you, I'm just struggling to place it (huh)
Why I got a b*tch butt-naked in the bath tub, while I'm in the shower that's adjacent?
I can see her contemplating masturbation
Hope she doesn't, that'd be weird
But I get it (woop)
I also got the neck so long like a giraffe
Suck on titties like a calf
Went a few rounds like a draft (yo)
Still got b*tches
Still got b*tches (yeah, yeah)
Still not different
Still not different (yeah, yeah)
I swear to God I'm bout to f*ck Julia Roberts (swear)
I think a star is afoot we should converse
Baby I've been down south kickin' sh*t
Outhouse with the sh*t
Mike WiLL told me he was proud of my penmanship (thanks)
Brain feeling limitless
Dave, lemme finish this
Okie dokie Brain am I great? Like an immigrant
[Bridge: Brain]
Brain (Brain), f*ckin (f*ckin), like (like)
He was Timberlake with his bad b*tch (Jessica Biel)
Brain ain't got no di*k but she don't care
I got no hair
Picture Brain rollin' 'round with a broke person, hmm
Picture that, yeah
Picture Brain rollin' 'round with the windows open
Screamin, "I'm Brain!"

[Chorus 2: Brain]
Brain got it on smash
Brain got the club jumpin'
(Brain got it on smash)
Everyday I wake up, get money, count it up
Do the math, Brain about to buy a new di*k
Brain got it on smash
(Brain got it on smash)
Brain whoop yo b*tch ass
(Brain gon' whoop yo b*tch ass)
Not yo b*tch like your girl, but you
You a b*tch Brain would never hit a girl
Motherf*ck your b*tch

[Outro: Lil di*ky and Brain]
I be looking at her like Fnnnnnn
I be looking at her like Eeeeeeeeeegh
Lemme get it
Lemme get it
I be looking at her like Fnnnnnn
I be looking at her like Eeeeeeeeeegh
Lemme get it
Lemme get it
Lemme get it (f*ck)
Every-every other brain can't even measure up
See me then
See me then
Faggot