[Produced by Holder]
[Intro]
Uh, what?
What? What? What?
I'm a large pink c*nt
Know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
They wanna see a man do the god sh**
Narcotics if you wanna get nauseous
Pink Guy dancin' like a clown
Keep laughin' lil c*nt, I got money on the down low
Y'all think this about my feelings?
They still think this about my feelings?
Like Big Bird or a Steve from the Blues Clues
When the sun go down she go down too
Ridin' around with a bump and a pound too
If you wanna leave a voice mail hit the pound two
I got money out the orifice
I buy your girl Louie bag, sh**'s glorious
I'm not a hero or a role model
I'ma spray your moms and your girl, no nozzle
Drinkin' red wine out of gatorade bottles
If you can't keep up then pull off to the bottom kid
They say I'm an elitist
Like I'm better than the bunch, uh duh nice hunch c*nts
When the sun go down I'm a fiend
When the sun go down I'm a monster
When the sun go down I'm sippin' lean
When the sun go down I hope it never come up
Young boy with the trash talk
Run your little mouth, find it sittin' on the asphalt
I know you tryna be me, I don't have a doubt
I can't answer at the moment, I got p**y in my mouth
My mouth, p**y in my face
Depending on the nationality I get a different taste
Y'all really think I'm out here having hard times
I got 17 jobs, this one's part time
s** a dick and a ball sack
Poppin' more pills than the moms in the cul-de-sac
f** her good on the couch while your dad's gone
Poke holes in her face, jack'o lantern
She like how the leather feels
She really like that I rejected several record deals
She said "why?"
I said "the money wasn't good enough"
She said "oh wow, you really know your stuff"
Yeah I do b**h
I don't need a f**ing marketing team tryna blow my sh**
I'm not a f**in' vlog c*nt with a lot of chicks
Tryna buy an autobiography about my dick
Whoops, f** that
I work hard for my sh**, y'all boys are just f**in' whack
I'm the only one who cares about the process
I'm the only one who f**in' with the progress
I'm the only one who made it with no middle man
(I don't care about this song anymore)
[Outro]
How ya like that? How, how ya like that?
I got money on my back, I don't need your f**in' cash
How ya like that? How, how ya like that?
I got money on my back, I don't need your f**in' cash
It's yo favorite pink c*nt!
How ya like that? How, how ya like that?
I got money on my back, I don't need your f**in' cash
How ya like that? How, how ya like that?
I got money on my back, I don't need your f**in' cash