Now this the typa ish to sound nice in the whip
The typa ish to make you wonder "man how nice he gone get?"
This is for them god sons who thinking they god father
I wouldn't bother, my n***a you lookin' more like Jeanette
How much you wanna bet?
I bets an arm and a leg I'll turn you into lil Susie with ya skirt and beret
I'll turn this into V-Tech
Verses just like barettas
They keep it hot just like Nakai just when I left her
I'm cool with that little shorty, my mom and pops turning forty
They keep talking to your boy
Like they gone be pa**ing shortly
They keep saying, "if you gone shoot, son you best be Kobe"
So that's what I'm 'bout to do
Shouts to Sidney, Ash, and Courtney
I'm kicking some flips with Corey
Corey for those who know em
I put his name in this poem, naw wait this ain't a poem
If you got love for your people, then bruh you better show em
I got cheeseburger stains on my shirt here while I'm recording
I'm wearing pajama slippers and some watch I ordered foreign
I don't care 'bout name brand, cause name brand be getting borin'
Can't wait till a n***a tourin'
Hands in the crowd, the girls that gone love me then are those who don't love me now
Leading man like DiCaprio
I'm using that mop and glow
To whip all these yucky rappers producing that audio that no one likes
So tell them all adios, there's no one like
This just like riding a bike