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!