Hahahaha Jk

--Take that out
--That's my chain
--Talk shit at this part? About how, like, «The woooooorrrrrllllld didn’t see
it coming!»
--This is my chain. Gonna do that. This is fresh, right?
--«You don’t knooooow!»
We’re not joking
Just joking
We are joking
Just joking
We’re not joking
I’m so wild they call me Four Lokos
So loco, puede… do it for coco
Puff like cocoa, til I’m crisp like Coco Bonobo
Iced tea plus coco
Sunoco flow, no Pinocchio, no BP
Just beat me
Meet me where I beat beats, drop street heat
I’m on the block like street meat
Call me Dwight Schrute the way that I eat beats
No beet farm, just pharm beats, smarmy
A motherfucker try to harm me, eh?
I scrap happily
Smack a little scrappy-type dude for free
Not for a fee, a Rockfort tee
Or maybe just a cup of tea, had enough of me?
I’m just beginning!
Finna be a minute 'fore the fat lady singin'
I’m swimmin', I’m crazy, I’m wavy pipeline
Rappers lack flow, now they’re trying to bite mine
Need like three life lines
Three wives, three lines of Vic
Or white, a night to get hype
Three types of Nikes
My four sides is spiked
My Florsheims is tight
Your punchlines is light
The days of our lives, plus the nights
Catch me on the corner drunk and puking
Crazy stupid, Sami and Lucas!
(That's a reference to the soap opera Days of Our Lives, even though I was a
bigger General Hospital fan growing up)
Yeah, see, quit smilin' and shut your silly traps
«These zooted brown weirdos is wildin'… but they can really rap!»
They saw the cover of the tape, figured it’s pretty wack
Later on eventually admitted that it’s pretty crack
Snatched the beer can out your hand like «Gimme that!»
I’m all up in the freezer at your crib like, «Where your gin be at?»
(sniffs)
Couple dubbies and the switch-up dougies and spare me that
Titty fat, jimmy hack, gimme that Similac
Chug it, cut it, print it!
I think it’s finished but really black
Run it back, tell me if you’re feeling that
Ahem, wait a minute like Ray-J
My work is my play-play
Every day pay day
Meet me at the mall it’s going down--May Day
Get it?
Joke’s not the mall, the may say
The joke’s not «meses,» vajayjays
Hey hey, they say they wanna have my kids like Bebe
No way way, no, bebe, that’s eighteen years like 'Ye say
Too much to pay-pay
Sweatin' me like Sheneneh
She say she gave me melee three-way-way
You puff herb? Dawg, I smoke weed too
You chief cheeba? Ay yo, dawg, me too!
Yo me, too? You like weed, dude? Me too!
You like smokin' weed? I see you!
These rappers wack as the movie Wackness
They saccharine, but they not Equal!
Ohhhhh!
Oh no, call it cuz it’s Sweet and Low, dude
Crossover numbers for brothas and white demons, too
We not racist, we love white people! Ford trucks, apple pies!
Bald eagles
Yeah, Cheetos, Doritos, Fritos, Pringles, Kraft Singles, Slim Jims, Sierra Mist!
Butter crunch cookies, Sour Patch Kids!
The block is like a mattress in the hood
I’m flippin' on it!
Flippin' in the ghetto on a dirty mattress
Over-30 actress -- Bulova, Cau, Dalier, Chapstick… uh
Heh?