[Intro: Yung Kiddo]
Yo
Yung Kiddo!
Gla**popcorn got the original goods, I got the derivative decents (chuckles)
Let's go
2084, twenty eighty four, 2003
(clears throat)
[Verse 1: Yung Kiddo]
Unh, morose and lugubrious
Got no f**ing lessons getting through to us
I f** white girls and piss on the floor
Piss on Flo and piss on flow
May not have a permit yet
But I get lots of allowance though
Lock your daughters up, get to your bomb shelters
PCP and DMT, helter skelter
Got them all aching with the f**ing thirst
You can call them some dried up smelters
Sometimes get a crush on a super cute Werther
My harem's full of b**hes and some f**ing jerkers
Better not touch my PS4
Cos if you do so, I'll f**ing hurt you
Every single Friday I do hoodrat sh** in Target
I mix Mountain Dew with Red Bull, I'm in the mood to start sh**
I may be f**ed up but I'm never f**ing up though
And by the way, (chuckles) I've never f**ed a ho
Always thinking 'bout this girl I like every single day
My life's a comedy and the internet is my stage
Look at us the wrong way, and we're the type to murk ya
This is like Google +, and you ain't in my circle
[interlude]
[Verse 2: Scummy]
They're gonna say that I try too hard, take a look at me, ya think I care?
Hanging with my boys, gonna max my card, don't give a f**, hands in the air
Ollie on Viagra cos I'm tryna pop wood
Doing the sh** that every young kid should
You won't catch up but you wish you could
I'm young and wild but I ain't from the hood
Call me gay Armstrong, you think I'm in Deep Space
Nah, we just make music; I don't f** his face
Don't act like it's sus that I'm around his place
Drinking Red Bulls; if you're asleep, that's a waste
Check me flexing
It's your girl I'm texting
She's gonna be my next thing
I don't even like her; that's the best thing
I'm up, I'm down, I'm left, I'm right
That's the kind of sh** that keep me up at night
When I'm with the squad, my thoughts don't fight
I'll keep it shut though, I'ma be alright
Gonna find a nice girl with a pillow for an a**
She might let me hit it, so I might just ask
The munchies hit, so the blunt I pa**
Can't eat the popcorn cos you know it's Gla**
It's partly cloudy, I'm partly rowdy
These girls didn't want it, but now they hound me
Guys didn't like it, they still wanna ground me
Like burgers, cyanide in a cup, that's murder
Don't do yoga cos my chill is herbal
Don't travel strapped cos my weapon's verbal
We'll "Smoke On The Water" and drink Deep Purple
This sh** like Google +, you ain't in my circle (Unh!)