Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy

I'm just a shoulder and neck until my bitch give me head
I start fucking my devils and put my karma to bed
I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap shit is flawed
They just cap for applause, they owe an arm and a leg
Ayy, I seen that chopper
and that money counter both go "Brr"

Barking up the wrong tree, I done smoked too much moss
These days I'm killing gods, I had to get that across
Cross me, that's like tryna cross the street cross-eyed
And cross-faded out the crosswalk 'til you cross paths
Where the hot rod, clapping cheeks until my dick clap
That's a hot rod, but she still tied to my meat
Like Lady Gaga, they googly-eyed after they Google me
Giggling, growing my gigabytes, I'm grooving, you goofy
I had bitches tryna be on my penis since Zenon
Looked at Raven-Symone and said, "Cetus Lapidus! "
At the moment, I'm always taking meetings
Already too many assumptions taking meanings
All the men, abandonment
the management that's making them
That was six different ways for me to spell "ATM"
I got six different plays for me to melt ATMs
I got six different states where I need to mail ATMs
Not on no modest shit, honestly
I could humble the hottest bitch
Don't have rings on no hobbit shit but still tell her I got a bitch
Hopping out the house, hooting, holl'ing, sauce, gravy
I never really had the sauce, boy, the sauce had me

I'm just a shoulder and neck until my bitch give me head
I start fucking my devils and put my karma to bed
I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap shit is flawed
They just cap for applause, they owe an arm and a leg
Ayy, I seen that chopper and that money counter
both go "Brr"
Uh, yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 2: WESTSIDE BOOGIE]
I seen that money and my baby mama both go—
Uh, ain't had no sound for that, uh, smokin' on power
That power push me to power-nap, uh
Bathing in Hell while the Devil cry on my shower-cap, uh
I got this house full of the dead and shit I gotta put to bed
'Cause they been living rent-free
inside my motherfucking head
And if I die for what I said and they kill me for this verse
Make sure my kid know his worth
'cause he gon' inherit the earth
I turn and rappers say they all friends, uh
Tell 'em I'll bitch-slap 'em with God's hands, uh
I had to count all my losses, I had to get in my pocket
Negative thoughts in my wallet, I had to turn it to profits
They probably tryna kill my innocence, uh
Premeditated versus coincidence, uh
Typical nigga shit, I'm sick of shit but act like I ain't bothered
'Cause the world done poured lava
on my motherfucking chakra
What the fuck?

I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap shit is flawed

I'm just a shoulder and neck until my bitch give me head
I start fucking my devils and put my karma to bed
I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap shit is flawed
They just cap for applause, they owe an arm and a leg
Ayy, I seen that chopper and that money counter both go "Brr"