Lyrics : Horst Christian Simco/Louis Michael Hernandez/Kathryn Leigh Beckwith
Music : Horst Christian Simco/Louis Michael Hernandez/Kathryn Leigh Beckwith
Rap game Taylor Swift, 45 on my hip
And I'll lift up, a switch up hip hop with Riff
Datpiff, no downloads 'cause I am not gifted
I sift in through the shit on Twitter, I wanna quit it
But I spit it on the Beautiful Lou
And tell the Kitty lovers, baby, you are beautiful too
Blonde haired girls that put the youth in the crew
And if you bring me around, I'll put some youth in you too, boo
I am the rap game tease, in the trap
Where I be's with the Adderall fiends and the assholes
Wee! I can rap, I'm not mean, but you're whack
In the backseat, cypher's hyper on the track
Wee!
Wee, I can rap, wee-wee, I can rap
I'm not mean, but you're whack, mean-mean, but you're whack
Wee-wee, I can rap, wee-wee, I can rap
I'm not mean, but you're whack, mean-mean, but you're whack
When it comes to hateful words, I got skin like a rhinoceros
Diamonds on my binder, fourth grade I was immaculate
Reading, writing, arithmetic; my favorite? Mathematics
Marked my paper more than average
You bastard rappers, you should go play in traffic
The way I ball, I could've played for Toronto Raptors
Olympic swimmers from Nigeria, emeralds in my ears
So far from clear 'cause they resemble frozen lettuce
91 degrees out in Belgium, you ever seen melted lime jello?
Did I confuse you losers? I pull up in the candy relish
Rap game Peppermint Patty and the lavender bumble bee jackets
Your girlfriend's vagina smells like Bumble Bee tuna
She duct-taped me to the dumpster
Otherwise I woulda left sooner，Riff
Wee, I can rap, wee-wee, I can rap
I'm not mean, but you're whack, mean-mean, but you're whack
Wee-wee, I can rap, wee-wee, I can rap
I'm not mean, but you're whack, mean-mean, but you're whack