Foster - Cheeseburger Stains lyrics

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