Ashnikko - Nonsense lyrics

[Verse 1] Rollin’ with the punches, bread snack and lunches [?] in your hand, I got the flavor Cap’n Crunches Clingin’ to the wall like poison ivy in [?] Gulp that H20, make it rain and you b**chin’ Minajissistic attitude, smirkin’ at your interlude Laughing at your lyrics, now you know why they call me rude Prayin’, hopin’, if it’s ganja, you tokin’ Late on the payments and I’m [?] chain smokin’ Let’s jump this beat like a geek in an alleyway Pin him to the wall, take his munch money anyway Decipherin’ my meaning, a cryptic coded tongue twister My evil twin’s back to attack, I know you missed her Deck me out in [?] like that b**ch Cinderella Watch your back, in a snap I’ll be there to steal your fella [Hook] Jumanji ganji, f**k it ’cause you raunchy Knock a b**ch out, corn fingers but it’s not me [Verse 2] And a b**ch flauntin’, claimin’ she a freak though Butcher ears of virgins to the sound of Ashnikko Lickin’ his licks to the rhythm, I can tell he’s randy Whisper in my ear with pleadin’ puppy-eyes [?] And I’m laughing at you hoes with my girl Sandy Nod your head to this track and lick it like candy Hashtag yolo, little b**ch, grow up Daily grind, hustle, you know she tryna get some Me and my babydolls dancin’ like it’s ’99 Greeted just to roast you, film it like it’s prime time Some call me the playground bully ’cause I make ya cry But look a little closer, you’ll see right through a naked lie [?] and we go back to the party She cheated on her man, now she’s screaming that she’s sorry [Hook] Jumanji ganji, f**k it ’cause you raunchy Knock a b**ch out, corn fingers but it’s not me [Verse 3] And you gossip, this is nonsense, what this girl been sippin’ on? The soundtrack of my life, ho, continuously switchin’ songs The haters tryna slay me ’cause I’m partial to the crazy And at the end of the day you’re the one who’s tryna pay me Down like a showdown, country girl’s a hold-down Ignorant is bliss but I’m glad that you know now My momma taught me good but my girls taught me better Shake it to the rhythm, no matter the weather My boy by my side, little ho’s tryna get him But he’s wrapped around my finger, does it hurt when it sets in? My eyes on the prize, not obsessed with this material As you lounge in your pajamas and pop on that ethereal Wheezin’, outta breath as you try to match my level My [?] in your hair is all disheveled [Hook] Jumanji ganji, f**k it ’cause you raunchy Knock a b**ch out, corn fingers but it’s not me