Fisherman Scott - Wild lyrics

[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