That pussy better stank, otherwise I don't want it
Popped a Perc 30, got straight to fuckin'
That pussy dulce, smokin' fentanyl-laced cereal milk, I see God
This shit ain't nothin' to me, man
That pussy got me screamin', cryin', pissin', shittin', shootin' ropes
Yeah, we gettin' that Pirate Bay, alien shish kabob, cordyceps money
I hope them aliens are real, so that I have more things to fuck
Smokin' the Qui-Gon Jinn, Vietnamese, Phillips-head runtz
She suck me, like a cordless Dyson V8
I'm in a k-hole lickin' balloon knot
When I got the meat cannon, I be shootin' straight rope
This shit ain't nothin' to me, man
Chanel optics got me seein' shit
I need fentanyl, slime
I just popped a whole garbanzo bean, fuck you mean?
I smoke real Emrānī, rapscallion ghost nuggets
Y'all can't fuck with me
I'm him, I been him, I will continue to be him
Yellow rubies glistenin', like piss
Gulpin' sea monkeys by the gallon, my tummy feel crazy
That coochie yummy, slime
That coochie doin' it for me, slime
They thought they could stop a demon, I'm back
The zaza got me speakin' Esperanto
This shit ain't nothin' to me, man
We out here cloud seedin', the scope gleamin'
You can't trust me, I don't even trust myself
I don't even know who I am anymore, I'm gettin' too much money
Ass so fat, I'm peakin' off this Danny Phantom, slime
Can you remind me who I am?
Get the president on the phone now
I fronted him a brick, I need my money
Hello? Blac Chyna?
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