Excuse me mista, you wouldn’t know “dope” if it hitcha
Ya boy been off his rocker, call a doctor, ima split ya
Now quick, go get ya sista’s mista
Tell em “uncle blista’s made a hit again and its a blizzard”
But here’s my finsta, don’t make me have to explain it like Clarissa
I’m finally outta bed but can’t find my slippers
She dropped her zipper, thats a big dipper
And I’m just at the homie house and yo his other homie got a lizard…
His other homie got a lizard
But what does it mean?
Is it consistent with statistics?
Like the way he always keep it moving like a piston?
He make em work until they forehead start to glisten
Type of dude to show up chugging heem
Fuck your family picnic
Deep in the shiznit
This dude be gleamin’ shinin’ like a pendant
He keep it so supreme he independent
No other force or higher power could support the firepower
He export the finer beats that you just can’t afford…
He export the finer beats that you just can’t afford
Ain’t got the time, but at least he got his bitches
The binging honey, penny-pinching dummy ripping out ya stitches
So gifted, like a baby on Christmas
He’s noddin off and having trouble finishing awe
Talking style? yallready know you’ll never match it
Ya mans wild, when he see and ass he have to smack it
Just a reaction like how spinnin make ya dizzy
And I’m never falling off like some glitter on them titties…
Never falling off like some glitter on them titties
I told her “leave” when her shit started to stink,
And that dumb bitch still left her dirty dishes in the sink
Now I’m venting to the homies, cuz yo, i like how they think
And i can’t be making this bacon without and addy in my drink, stupid
Yea i heard ya shit, it’s putrid. should change your name to “doofus”
And shove a knife just where you hock mucus
You prolly ride a scooter too
Already told you dude i’m superhuman spittin facts like zoboomafoo…
I’m superhuman spittin facts like zoboomafoo
Last one, better up, here to sav it up
Reid pullin up in a truck, draggin your acura
She came through and she just won’t stop blabbin
Won’t stop grabbin, rubbin on my lamp like “Aladdin”
But what had happened? cuz i know she aint gone witcha
I think she ditched ya, she beggin Reid for a picture
Finished my liquor so you know i ain’t tip her
Don’t let the door getcha where the ovalord hitcha…
Don’t let the door getcha where the ovalord hitcha