Karatoons lyrics

[Verse 1]
Pullin' up with my hitman (skrrt)
Stay armed like a wristband
I don't kick it with no hoe
If you wanna kick it get a kickstand (f*ck off)
All these b*tches is big fans (big fans)
In my corner is big mans (big mans)
Try to run up on me then saw the Glock and that b*tch ran (bewm)
Hella times when I'm makin' rhymes I make these n*ggas look stupid (look stupid)
A lot of mo'f*ckas full of sh*t so you know they walk around poopin' (they poopin')
I've been droppin' friends like left and right
To be honest none of it hurt me (hurt me)
'Cause a man mouth water when he see me
I'm assumin' that n*gga thirsty (you know it)
Spit this sixteen, but no it ain't sweet
Mess up the beat with a flow so neat
No we can't kiss you, can't even kiss feet
With Spongebob Squarepants over your teeth
That yellow, yellow, yellow sh*t (brush that sh*t)
n*ggas buggin', get a grip (get a grip)
Can't take me nowhere but wanna film
Man, you a mo'f*ckin' trip
Ring around the rosie (rosie)
Pockets look like guacamole (guacamole)
pus*y good just like Chipotle (Chipotle)
You look like a holey moley (holey moley)
Gotta pray for better days
b*tches weak like seven days
Maxi chopper, not no clippers
Line them up then catch a fade
[Chorus]
If I see carats like Bugs Bunny
I'm Batman, robbin' for the money
Strip her, bare feet like The Flinstones
Make a Tom and Jerry whole way home
I'm a snack so I attract Scooby Doo's
Give 'em Smurf di*k, that's balls blue
I don't look for n*ggas so f*ck Waldo
b*tch, I'm c*cky like Johnny Bravo

[Verse 2]
Fake hoes, we can't buy (nah)
Put the Glock in you like a tampon
If I step a foot up in a n*gga hood
They like "Oh boy" like Cam'ron (they know)
Last year they like "Don't book her" (what)
This year I'm everybody sister (how)
Nosy hoes all in my business when
b*tches should be out pickin' boogers (pick that sh*t)
Popular b*tch, you a popular b*tch
Shawty gon' get beat, young chop yo sh*t
Wanna waste my time, I'm clockin' a b*tch
Don't use Scott tissue if you're not with the sh*ts
Hoes act spoiled 'cause they look stale (fake ass)
b*tches foul, not talkin' nails (yuh)
So much money I got paper cuts
While your paper cuts comin' from the mail (ching)
[Trumpet Solo]

[Percussion Solo]

[Verse 3]
Walk in the club and I'm by myself
But I always attract groups (I do)
I stick around just to shut it down
And hear n*ggas say that I'm cute (I'm cute)
If I turnt them off that's mute
If you turn me off off that's puke
Told him I'll be right back from the bathroom
And told valet "Come through" (why)
'Cause my time is money, so you gotta treat it precious
I'm just in my bag, TSA can't even check this
Shorty talkin' reckless, choke her like a necklace
b*tches mad my check's longer than a f*ckin' check list (hehehe)

[Chorus]
If I see carats like Bugs Bunny
I'm Batman, robbin' for the money
Strip her, bare feet like The Flinstones
Make a Tom and Jerry whole way home
I'm a snack so I attract Scooby Doo's
Give 'em Smurf di*k, that's balls blue
I don't look for n*ggas so f*ck Waldo
b*tch, I'm c*cky like Johnny Bravo
If I see carats like Bugs Bunny
I'm Batman, robbin' for the money
Strip her, bare feet like The Flinstones
Make a Tom and Jerry whole way home
I'm a snack so I attract Scooby Doo's
Give 'em Smurf di*k, that's balls blue
I don't look for n*ggas so f*ck Waldo
b*tch, I'm c*cky like Johnny Bravo
[Trumpet Solo]

[Percussion Solo]

[Distorted Outro]

[Piano Solo]