How to Build a Relationship

[Intro]

Jungle juice music

Uh, new whips, new whips, uh

New whip with the top, woah

Hold up, not even

[Verse 1]

New whip with the top dropped (Uh)

Suplex a nigga like ascension, the cop dropped (Uh)

I ain't got no million dollar deals, I still make hits

These niggas got million dollar deals and just take shit

I'm not with it, scope wide, I got good vision

I'm seein' through these fake niggas like Bran, you niggas too timid

A little loose-lippin', I'm in the booth sippin'

Cyanide to the head, bitch, I be big sinnin'

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? I'm into givin' coffins out

I caught him at the coffee house and made him walk it out

[Chorus]

I'm not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you (Nah)

There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stupid (No)

Fresh smile, gold tooth

Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood

Not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you

There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stupid

Fresh smile, gold tooth, huh

Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood

[Verse 2]

I could never show you niggas all this dirt I'm doin'

Sticks to your face like "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan

First nigga put you on the ropes, had you lookin' like a ghost

'Cause you in my heart but you not movin', nigga

Look, fuck is you, uh

Fuck is you vloggin' 'bout? These niggas actin' stalker now

I follow you, you follow me, we ridin' in circles now

Look, it's a crime mob family, guns at the Gawker house

These arms extended, I'm not givin' daps out

Pounds, pounds, pounds

Empty out the safe, put the money on the ground

Bitch, I love it

Heartthrob Peggy, I'm above it

I ain't got no fuckin' tickets, I ain't got no fuckin' money

I ain't got no fuckin' digits

Can't call me at no office, can't call me at no crib

You can call me but Peggy-taker 'cause I can't let these niggas-

Aw, fuck!

[Outro]

Yeah, nigga (Uh)

You know how the fuck we comin' with it (Uh)

You are now tuned into the motherfuckin' infamous

JPEG-motherfuckin'-MAFIA

A.K.A. Buttermilk Jesus

A.K.A. DJ Half-Court Violation

A.K.A. Lil World Cup

And my nigga Flume, we in the streets, nigga, ahh

Uh (Catch me in a cold mood)

Don't, don't, don't call me unless I gave you my number

(Hahahahaha)

That's, that's, that's how relationships built

(Hahahahaha)