I just ran out the store with some merchandise
I'm really tired, I've been rapping for about 40 nights
I don't pay attention to my lyrics, but they're sorta tight
They ain't barely throwing hands, this a boring fight
I'ma rob the McDonald's, cause they ain't get my order right
Man, I'm shredding on the beat like it's a quarter pipe
I walked seven miles today, so I'm sore tonight
I don't sing, it's not in my lane, but Tory might (Lanez)
I just hit Brodie with a piece of cantaloupe
And then I put some anthrax in his can of coke
Looking around confused, I just wonder where'd the fanta go
Thought y'all was, wait, yo
Thought y'all was recording, where'd the camera go
I'm not Thor, but I'm still gonna hit him with the hammer though
And I'm winning every day, but I ain't planning though
Lotta hoes in the yo, you would think I'm Santa, bro
I remember Call of Duty, Brodie what you spamming for
I remember looking around like, damn, I'm broke
But that's not ever happening again
Threw away my other habits, now I'm rapping for the win
Shooting a basketball, and watching it go in
I was inside of Target before it was open
And I might do some janky shit, but I don't sin
I didn't have a bag at Halloween, I had a tiny bin
In the bed of the pickup doing 80
I am not your girlfriend, so you better not try to play me
I just did 30 pull-ups, I should be up in the Navy
Cuddling with girlie, now I might have rabies
I was in a shop eating ice cream, it was tapioca
I don't care about the club, I'll whack the owner
Don't know who my daddy is, I done had a donor
Got the secrets to the rap game, pass them over
Trying to set a drink down, I don't even have a coaster
Cut into the convo, Brodie, what you laughing over
If I ever get a gun, I'ma get a satin holster
I'm trying to fry up the beat, somebody grab a toaster
I'm trying to hit him in his head, somebody grab a ax
I'm not lying when I rap, no cap, it's facts
I can't chill with anybody, might stab my back