Verse 1:
(Ugh) This is that drive slow thumper
Music so hot they want to ride your bumper
So they can listen in, cause I be spitting gems
Neighbors ain't mad that they can find no slumber
They want to be a part of my number like a saint
Want me to be a follower on Tumblr but I can't
That request don't register
But tune in on the bird where I show up regular
See I network like a cartoon
Cause speech made me bubble; no more carpooling
Ugh, and when the homies need a ride
We be bumping all the hits that are going to make us chart soon
Ba** so low, flow so cold, can't help but bump it
Rhythms we spitting make folks want to pump it
Something unforgettable, so impeccable nothing's
Touching this and we give the biz. If you get the gist can I witness
Chorus:
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Put em up
And if you feel me, then
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Verse 2:
Crank this to eleven or twelve or seventy
I like embellishing a day of wrecking
Impalas in pile up making your mama holler at Allah
While your mama's mama is turning in her grave
And pained your daughter calls up your father telling him what happened unaltered
Questioning where he had faltered in raising you so dishonored
He committed hara-kiri all cause
Your accident was caused by trying to turn my music off, bruh
So why so serious?
It's just some dark humor with a psycho lyricist
Dark Knight allusions? My sharp mind's protruding
Like teen students staring at girls like they're nudist
OK, this verse was too Gambino
But it's nuts to think I want to stroke a man's ego
But that girl Shego
We can start a family and get that Jay-Z dough
El Padrino
Chorus
Verse 3:
Rambling in tandem random antonyms: You the coldest, Fiya!
Cause you require them other writers to think brighter
I just try to do alright like Quagmire
But they still want me to blow up like flat tires
Cause I give them hip hop heat to ride to
When I receive them hot beats to write to
And there's no better feeling than hearing them recite you
Or the shock when I tell them I've rocked rhymes since Raichu
Came to existence. You've witnessed a monster
That now can fit your pocket, iPod hits that cost you
A few dollars and cents, but you got to admit
The dude's hotter than sipping hot lava
Hot java! I bean grinding to get green
And roast emcees A.K.A. clowns who get creamed
In the face with the ba** line humming
So the Yung Joc me when they hear me coming
Chorus x3