Macaulay Culkin

'Sup? 'Sup? I got my hands on my face like Macaulay Culkin Gave her the cig', but I left her smoking And it's the same dude Black pants, brown boots, chest open I traveled down the road and back again, my girl's golden (ooh) Black man, white fam, I feel like Jason Jordan (hoo) I play my albums front to back, it make me feel important (right) Apply compression when I spit so it don't get distorted Piper chap, with the strap Fuck the talk, get the warden (fuck outta here) I think I'm Rick and Morty In the lab I take precaution Snipe 'em out, burn the body (brrat) Stash the glock, buy the coffin (nasty) Just for me Yo' style is my custody Man, I should charge a shipping fee These rappers don't mean shit to me (shit to me, bruh) Two guns (nothin'), Mulder and Scully, I'm solving mysteries (damn, peggy) Feminist, pistol whip your first, that's chivalry (uh) Sounding like my mini-mes But you ain't got the heart to do these evil deeds Debra pack Turn Stone Cold into Simple Steve Where it at? Slap a nigga up Then I get the cream, five buck, six cookies (woo) Sounding like a deal to me Yo shit don't appeal to me (yeah) My fans going heel for me Gots to keep it real for me Shouldn't even be on no bills with me These punk niggas be killing me (yeah) That wack shit ain't trill to me (yeah) Fuck y'all niggas, I take the heat Don shit, nigga