DISEASE

[Pre-Chorus] (All white party, get in, so I'll pull up with that priest) (Only bread you got is sandwiches, we gon call you caprese) (Don't understand how I got this minky on me, might as well call this shit fleece) (And your head might as well got a bullet in it, somebody gon' call the police) (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] I got juice in my cup (Yeah) Spark it up then Light it up then, call your dead man Tell me, yeah, do your band dance Juice in my cup, ridin' fast, huh, big whip In the Tonka truck and I can't crash 'Cause I'm right up on the edge, on the curb, yeah, outlast Yeah, you seem so dead, we chopped your head off (Woo-woo-woo) If we so dead, then why we so rich and why we so alive? (Yeah) I put a LYFESTYLE chain on the bitch, so fly (Woo-woo) Yeah, I got a private jet, yeah, 'cause I've been so fly (Phew) I put a lot on the head, got a lot on the inside, uh Always got them turnin' around Break your neck then Yeah, you too soft, you too sweet, gingerbread man Yeah, I'm the general, I'm the chief, CEO man You got your hand out so much, we chop your hand then We gon' leave you out to hang like a hammock Yeah, it won't ever be the same, you don't understand it Yeah, 'cause I got so much of this cheese And I got so much of this bread, it's like it's creepin' on me, a disease And I got so much of this money Put 'em in whips, I put 'em in trees Got the money, shank, the power, respect The thing I only need And you want to get head like me But you never seen what I've seen I watched them all bend, fold up like a crease [Pre-Chorus] All white party, get in, so I'll pull up with that priest Only bread you got is sandwiches, we gon call you caprese Don't understand how I got this minky on me, might as well call this shit fleece And your head might as well got a bullet in it, somebody gon' call the police [Chorus] I got juice in my cup (Yeah) Spark it up then Light it up then, call your dead man Tell me, yeah, do your band dance Juice in my cup, ridin' fast, huh, big whip In the Tonka truck and I can't crash 'Cause I'm right up on the edge, on the curb, yeah, outlast Yeah, you seem so dead, we chopped your head off (Woo-woo-woo) If we so dead, then why we so rich and why we so alive? (Yeah) I put a LYFESTYLE chain on the bitch, so fly (Woo-woo) Yeah, I got a private jet, yeah, 'cause I've been so fly (Phew) I put a lot on the head, got a lot on the inside, uh Always got them turnin' around Break your neck then Yeah, you too soft, you too sweet, gingerbread man Yeah, I'm the general, I'm the chief, CEO man You got your hand out so much, we chop your hand then We gon' leave you out to hang like a hammock Yeah, it won't ever be the same, you don't understand it Yeah, 'cause I got so much of this cheese And I got so much of this bread, it's like it's creepin' on me, a disease And I got so much of this money Put 'em in whips, I put 'em in trees Got the money, shank, the power, respect The thing I only need And you want to get head like me But you never seen what I've seen I watched them all bend, fold up like a crease, yeah [Outro] All white party, get in, so I'll pull up with that priest Only bread you got is sandwiches, we gon call you caprese Don't understand how I got this minky on me, might as well call this shit fleece And your head might as well got a bullet it in, somebody gon' call the police (Yeah, yeah)