Hypebeasts Ruined Bape

[Verse 1: Sulaiman] Yeah More expensive than golden trenches You speakin' successes in past tenses I'mma act relentless My back was bending, boulders on my shoulders I'm hitting corners 'til the sun, like chill You need some food and water Restraining order from the snakes and vultures Taking the lawnmower straight over they habitat I'm rock-steady, you that flaccid rap Taking that track out of the stratosphere The drop on death fears on all your dead peers Burning treads off the tires with the jet gears I'm fire, my reps clear (Yeah) Yeah (yeah) The methanol get to y'all way before the weapon draw Sketch it quick, then X it out His Wesson draws, I'll be a vegetable Move it, the movement, that horsin' round Get you included inside the recipe for bluing What is you doing? Pupil, a student, that don't mean that I'm stupid I'm still a genius, put a crease in your [?] So don't confuse it with them [Verse 2: Chris Crack] Uh I'm the type of nigga that stand out Why you got me at your man's house? "He out of town in Japan now," how? Then she cook me breakfast Bustin' biscuits all out the can now, ow I ain't going if I can't bring my surfboard Know how I'm coming, just refer to the first four Ten thou' with my low chords Stuntin' Gold-swallowing bitches just wanna lurk more Good dick is all she goin' berserk for Well, I guess I'm handsome Don't judge me for still stayin' up late waiting for Santa "Thanks, uncle trill!" what they chantin' Man, that's the freshest lil' piece on the mantle Bitch!