Whoolers

[Verse]

Shout out to my niggas from the blues, we the livest

Peace to my bitches and my advisors (yeah)

If you know my sneaker size you might then just keep me fly, then (you know)

I squeeze the nine in between niggas' eyelids

In case you need to try being more open-minded (minded)

These are tryin’ times but I'm timeless

But still we buyin' watches like we runnin’ out of options (uh)

Catch me rocking ostrich constant

It's Common Sense, kid, but I'm not from Chicago, pimp (nah)

Left the spot with like five hoes, it's what the Tahoe fit (fit)

Sig knock a eyeball out your wig

Me and my slime peeled in a five like Biggs and Spragga Benz (eh)

Hehh, yeah

Me and my slime peeled in a five like Biggs and Spragga Benz (uh-huh, yeah)

Uh, divided up the ends then got in the wind (yo)

My bitch'll a hot pot of grits on top of your skin (sss)

Stick to the script to solicit these diet tips (ss, uh)

Bust your shit with this cast iron fryin' pan (mmm)

Uh, I'm outta here (I'm outta here)

Sorry, your honor, I’m a God fearin’ man (yeah)

No hard feelings, but niggas' lyrics couldn’t spark my interest

Not even rubbin' sticks to get it flickerin'

Efficient, I never bust and miss, I always hit shit (uh, that's it)

Everything crisp, nothin’ rigid

I'm runnin' this, I don't never seem to get winded (eeed)

Banana clips on the blick 'cause it's extended (eeed)

The Mac-10, pimp, was hidden in the engine

Ice on a nigga tendon feel like I'm injured (ow)

In my former life, I think might have been a penguin (might have been)

Uh, the king mentioned the sword's not mightier than the ink pen (this pen)

The truth in plain site, it was hidden, forbidden fruit

Soon as the shit was ripe, it was bitten (bitten, bitten)

Uh, forbidden fruit, soon as this shit was ripe, it was

[Outro]

Ha, Marc, baby (Marc, baby)

Yeah (yeah), fuck niggas, boy

Fuck all y'all niggas, man

Fuckin' cocksuckas (cocksuckas)

Boy