SMUCKERS (Instrumental)

For your boy I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive What's your name again? Nobody knows it Don't speak to me nigga, you not important I'm focused They say I'm nutty, picnic basket Not short of a sandwich A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot Please come and get me Said I suck him at your neck Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit back And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8 When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate Ye! Why, why, why? Why don't they like me? Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks But I'm the only nigga ever to check Nike Richer than white people with black kids Scarier than black people with ideas Nobody can tell me where I'm headin' But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin' I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?" "Yeah my nigga", it's on, its on, its on, its on I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome I am the free nigga archetype I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon It's funny when you get extra money Every joke you tell just be extra funny I mean you can even dress extra bummy Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me Oxford want a full blown lecture from me And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck Hold up I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard" For your boy I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room Damn Two, Three, Four Hold your fuckin' horses Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it Like I'm better at an auction been exhausted I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips Fuckin' losers Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni I swear This them golf boys, like them hot boys For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000 When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne (What up Slime, nigga go hard) Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain Got too much drive, need like ten lanes Life is a broad and she give brain That's that road head, that's a dream car Got a four ten, of that same year I was born That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda Oh my goodness Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel (Black ass nigga) They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers And a couple owners, that's kinda German You bring the nooses, and a couple trees Where the money grow, and get bodies burning Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon Was, fuck us, maybe we should team up Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either I'mma liar, I'mma faggot Son you need Jesus But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame Or lame, nor strange Nah faggot its Golf Wang