Pryde - That Guacomole lyrics

Fresh up out my moms vag, New ring on, Lebron swag Teachers told me I was dumb, I'd have an Odd Future no Golf Wang They all up on my case, I swear the case was closed for-a-long-time k**in' em, stealing hearts, huge dude, committing small crimes Lyrics crazy, appearence maybe, protection on-i got a fear for babies Grabbed the freaking game and danced dirty, Im so weirdly Swayze 50 bucks is my networth, 100 songs, I k**ed that Still-tryna-get-my-mill-stacked, got a duck face, but no real quack The-realest-up-in-it-the-public-will-know I've-been-k**in-the-rhythem-untouch-a-ble-flow I-be-all-in-her-bed-ted-dy-rux-pin-the-flow Got-the-rap-pers-all-scared-like-I-summoned-a-ghost Try to find a better chinky weirdo in the burbs That can flow-a-little-better-than-the-kid-that-you-be-hearin' ..I-know-the-people-arent-really-fearin-my-appearance But im silly with the flow, really im a pro Got a MacBook, full of naked chicks Black, white, brown, and asian chicks Cele-britys, your favorite chicks Even-the-girls-that-you-go and study majors with And no my dude, I-ain't stanky rich I don't needa care bout your Visa fare I'm a space-bound guy, I don't need your air I got the swag of 2Chainz with some Bieber hair Give em one slap, one slap My girl thicker than a mexicano mustache Sharper than a needle or a thumbtack And got these ol' heads wondering like "whats that" I'm Skrillex, with chinky eyes, Yo girl call me mister pride 5'6, a little guy, they tried to k** me, I'm still alive I'm so cold boy just watch me, I'm dope so, yeah I'm co*ky Tryna tell me I ain't sick-is like saying YOLO to a zombie I just walked in looking like I just got fired from my job Scuffed up Reeboks with a tank-top got your wifey on my rod They say Prizzy you ain't broke, you be lyin' cause you not Man I got 20-cents in my checking boooy, get right up off my knob Made a job off what I day-dreamed bout in high-school, it-came-to-life Rappers sending shots? (shots), sorry bro you're not aiming-right Shaq ballin' I'm bad at free throws, throwing money like Dan Marino Showin' up to these huge meetings all half asleep, with a bag of Cheetos They tell me I ain't hip-hop, hell yeah I ain't hip-hop That's why I got like 90K on my mix-tape and yo ish flopped- Sick and please set the scale, rippin' frees, never fail If you ain't here smi-lin', lose your virginity to a whale Man shout outs to all my fans, you dun held me down Never thought I'd get like-this-much-love-from somewhere outta town I be Still on the grind-even-though-I-went-pop And-I-still-got-these-old-er-girls-all-on-my-knob You-keep-sayin'-I'm-main-stream-I-dont-real-ly-care Got-my-mid-le-finger-gone-all up in the air