"I've been dead once already
It's very liberating
You should think of it as, uh, therapy"
"Jack, listen maybe we can cut a deal"
"Jack? Jack is dead
My friend you can call me 'Joker'"

Smoking jokes up, this the real Runtz
On the road with plastic
Unky in the trap with pill dust
Blew six figures thinking
"How the fuck I'm still up?"
Pull up to your cookout with a skillet
Tryna grill some
Diabolical, I'm feeling evil off
This Wock' soda
Got shit moving sitting down but
I am not Yoda
Air Forces look like Christian Loubs
Spill my pop on 'em
Backdoor season, better lock it
I don't knock on them

Put some holes in him like he SpongeBob
Gang opp lurking, if he smart
He won't go live
Tryna get some sauce? Your whole
Team full of Planktons, damn
I'd let you only thing I'm chasing, ma'am
I'ma keep making niggas hate
Me like a supervillain
I don't pat myself on the back
Guess I got used to winning
Don't ask me 'bout no old
Hoes 'cause they super finished
Real ShittyBoy
We had thrust back with True Religions

I ain't gon' lie, this beat weak as fuck
Surfing Neiman Marcus with a punch
Finna beat it up
Whip it out the Fendi boxers
She gon' eat it up
We got twenty bop sticks tucked
But it's three of us
She thinking that her head with a
Birkin bag? I'ma ho this bitch
Fuck a show-and-tell, if I up it
I'ma blow this bitch
I'm the biggest shitter out
You should know this shit
Face card scorching
Riding 'round with the coldest bitch

"Seize him, slaves" "All hail Plankton"
"I'm getting outta here" "All hail"

Decepticon and Autobots
We riding 'round in foreign thangs
Finna beat the plug ass
Why this bow short a eighth?
Fuck Ruth Chris and Fleming's
This a Morton's day
White Cartiers, they cost yo bills
You can't afford the frames
Star player, you be on the bench
We don't perform the same
Bitch said that DSM losing?
Must be snorting 'caine
Akhi with Habibi finna slide and
Start a war with K's
Encore coach, LeTron James
I do more than play

Wealthy did the tee
Manifested what I am soon still winning
Know them boys confused in the film room
Only time dawg busting shit
Was in the bedroom in the back of the long
Sleeve with some legroom want a ride or die
I've been looking for my Harley Quinn
Wintertime means it's time to stack
It tall as Alex Lin
The cat really don't hit on shit
But the head a ten
Fuck beef, catch me on some paper
Dee just like a pen

BAPE trunks hit for 350
I ain't swimming in 'em
Looking Christian in my Diors but
I be sinning in 'em thirty round
Fuckers get the drop then
We spinning with 'em
If it ain't two hunnid on my
Dash then I'm in the rental
Roundhouse kick her out the whip
She ain't blowing balls
You think it's a plain white tee? Bitch
You don't know the cost
He was acting big though till I broke his jaw
Catch him on the porch, 223s
They gon' mow his lawn

"But I'll tell you now what I'm about
To do to your stubborn, annoying
Little planet i'm gonna enjoy it"