Kardi - Black Ferris Bueller lyrics

f**ing Shaft music, n***a No h*mo Kardi Let's k** these n***as, man Unh [Verse 1: Kardi] Off the jet on my way back from Senior Week Shades on, so hungover I can't even speak I'm living like a Monstar, I got a team of freaks Cuz I went from poor to rich like Cream o' Wheat See, I'm something like the Black Ferris Bueller Getting medulla from my tutor while I'm pulling Buddha This'll probably be the track that you cue up To tell your friends that you knew about me ‘fore I blew up Peep the repertoire, baby I'm the next in charge Walk in the mall & cop everything in an extra large Better than the best of y'all I go extra hard So if you test the squad, I send you my best regards Did this all with two months and two laptops And if I say so myself, this sh** is crack rock My last track dropped and I been like a cash crop Got Daphnes who give me neck like ascots You a mascot, you don't even get trash minutes Got these n***as mad like, “sh**, who let this f**ing ba*tard in?” African with patterns sicker than a f**ing pathogen Chicks wetter than Reggie Miller when he was in Madison Square Garden I rep Fordham And bear warning, my n***as bear arms and That's neither here or there, but I'm just being clear: Soon as I get signed, you n***as not eating here Prep school n***a, snapback & some Sperrys I don't chase p**y – cat chase me like Jerry All about my dairy so I'm working on my Kraft ‘Til I'm selling out arenas for a million and a half Your girl jocking, I'm the one she wanna be with No back to school shopping; designers send me free sh** All my ex-girlfriends say I'm conceited If you was nice as I was, you think you wouldn't be? sh** I could never be bashful Why you think me and Rod cool? We a**holes Ain't nobody stopping my cash flow I was signing girls' bodies at my last show Now I'm blowing up, hoes call my phone tryna bone They never get a ring I treat em like Karl Malone And all my n***as caking, see I'm just like Arizon- A if you don't get paper, I'ma send you back home Cross the water or swim across the border and uh I don't take n***as' girls, I just borrow ‘em And leave 'em shaking like Muhammad Ali Parkinson's At your neck like tattoo artists on Nate Robinson, I'm bombing em No martyrdom, I'm k**ing sh** Right now, life is ill as sh** Other n***as feeling sick I'm living it, you livid, b**h Mil is so overdone, I'm tryna hit a billion And I won't stop getting it until they stop printing it b**h f** outta here, man Who the f** is seeing me, man? Answer man; I'll f**ing wait, b