BACK 2 BACK

Intro:

Oh man

Oh man, not again

[Verse]

I'm under par

Hole 18

Like a vegan you can see I'm on the green

I got the Master's jacket dripped over Supreme

That's too much power, you can't get this kind of tee

Bro yo shit a flop

And mines a bop

Just like this chip shot

The bodies bouta drop

The fucking 'long-bomber'

Your words ain't packing punches

Cause I'll turn Arnold Palmer into Archie Bunker

This Driver here's a Thumper

It's shooting straight bombs

I know I was a convict and that's word to Akon

This shit here a straight shot

Beating me? Afraid not

You call yourself the king? I saw you lose like eight times

Like that boy from Akron

Bronny, I know it's pronounced "Ack-rin"

I thought its only fitting for niggas who like acting

I'm past him

Yo bitch is submissive I got her tapping

This Glock came with a silencer on it, need closed captions

I wait a full week and you wrote that trash

I bet your praying to God you could take that back

I'm not sure who it was that told you, you could rap

But you should cut that nigga off and never give him daps (I mean, woah)

Got a little drive and you will go far

But is that yo car, or your girl's car?

Nevermind, I don't wanna open up the scar

You think I'm signed up to a gym the way I raise the bar, yeah

Sonny Liston, Bad Boy Pistons nigga, yeah

Look at my body, I'm built different nigga

I'm not the type of nigga known for missing nigga

I saw yo girl on Tinder, get the picture nigga (woah)

She dont want you Arnie when your strokes off

Tiger Woods gon have to fuck raw

And imma sink another putt, another putt

That Arnold Palmer tastes like fucking YUCK (woah)