[Verse 1: Fisherman Scott]
Park it
Whip it
Until you get whiplash
Yeah, buckle in b**h, we in for a ride
Your daddy's Benz ain't seen sh** like this
You ever done a hit like this?
f** your old man, we live by my rules
Coke in the backseat
Dog food in the glove compartment
Whip it back, to my 20 story apartment
Best believe I own the place
Cleave the p**y, my eyes look like I got hit with Mace
We can burn it to the ground
I own six more in a two block radius
You gon' learn how to turn it around and inside out
Send it up so high, aliens f** with us
I ain't gonna lie, I never rocked no stadiums
But I'll be damned if I don't got game
Once the nights over, whole city gonna know the name
[Verse 2: Fisherman Scott]
Wake up on a Duxiana
Roll over, hit her with the
Get the f** out, Diana
She slap me, like I give a sh**
That b**h hold more balls than a baseball mitt
f** this, and I'm counting sheep
In another 10 seconds, I'm sound asleep
Wake up on a vinyl cork floor
b**h left a note of door
"f** you, Scotty"
Give no f**s, because I just used her for that body
Strut out the room, make myself some breakfast
Throw on some DOOM, watch deleted scenes from The Mist
Almond milk smoothie in my double cup
Hit a b**h up, say "What's up?"
That's when the process repeat