[Verse 1: NTHNG Pablo]
Girl, truffle shuffle for a slacker
Goonies in my krewe, who told you I'm an actor?
Dope Chester Copperpot? Stop me if I'm not as hot
As two librarians shush-fingering each other in their naughty spots
Pop Rocks in my mouth bruh
Why you think this ho want me to eat her out, huh?
Not concerned with her carne
Asside from this feast we tryna see, n***a I'm hardly ever hungry
Mall food court, right next to the bathrooms
Staring at peeps untl they hate me or they love me
Blesst by the lokuls like a n***a said atchu
On The Byas hoodie and my PJs lookin' bummie
Dummies crash happily at pads like a tadpole
Rad though, froggie, fillin' holes with my tadpoles
Sad though, f** it. It's Whatever if you ask me
That's why I'm getting better, and your sh** is still crappy
[Hook: NTHNG Pablo]
Seven-seven Krewe; n***a, who the f** is you?
Bark less than I bite, might leave here with a chunk of you
Seven-seven Krewe; n***a, who the f** is you?
Bark less than I bite, might leave here with a chunk of you
[Verse 2: Burger]
Stampede full of teens in their late teens
Avoid us like. pubes on toilet seats
Ignore us like, "no me no speaky English."
Catch me in the Barbie aisle at Toys R Us
30 degrees skating in a f**ing Cosby sweater
Look at me, I'm Satan in a f**ing Cosby sweater
Knocking n***as back until the opposite of my Beretta stops and take a little bit of cerebellum
n***a, where you headed when you damn near beheaded?
Getting goosebumps like the texture on the leather
Really too snub to even bother with a bum
2 f**s I'll never really understand the meaning behind coughing up
A tad bit off the "puff," pumping up the sub
Park the car, yung gave the block Parkinson's
Hopping out the coupe all black n***a, f** is up?
Marcus Garvey with a Tommy gun, f** with us! (GODDAMN)
[Hook x2: NTHNG Pablo]
Seven-seven Krewe; n***a, who the f** is you?
Bark less than I bite, might leave here with a chunk of you
Seven-seven Krewe; n***a, who the f** is you?
Bark less than I bite, might leave here with a chunk of you
[Verse 3: NTHNG Pablo]
Stop, wait, hold up, think I found a b**bie twap;
Motorboat a b**h and got stuck, that's a b**bie trap
Damn, f**, sh**, get a grip
Sippin' milk, mixed with synthemesc, seein' ultraviolets
Puttin' acid on my eyelids, embalming fluid blunts
Got me, higher than a pilot with that frequent flyer mileage
Flacid-a** rappers on that plain-Jane lame sh**
I'm lame as f**, but trust I go harder than Bruce Wayne's diiiiiiiiii... ck (b*tch)
[Hook x2: NTHNG Pablo]
Seven-seven Krewe; n***a, who the f** is you?
Bark less than I bite, might leave here with a chunk of you
Seven-seven Krewe; n***a, who the f** is you?
Bark less than I bite, might leave here with a chunk of you