Blue Slide Park, its Blue Slide Park man, uhhhh, just fuckin' Blue Slide Park
Hey, I got these Ray Ban shades Kinda look like somethin' Lennon would rock It seems like now I got a couple bags whenever I shop Louis shoes, polo socks, some name brand dumb shit Logo never make a man, but I'm still blowin' thousands on it No clue what I'm callin' my album Fans be at my pants, screamin', callin' me Malcolm Never knew the outcome be this much cash, now Bank account lookin' like a George Young stash house Youngin' actin' out and topics that I rap about be very big if to politics to bitches pullin' asses out That's exactly how I do this as a rapper, I'm nuttin' in her mouth, you tongue kissin' her after
Daughters, moms kinda want me, neuter But they also want the kid to come right on they cooter Have the music sounding better than guitar tuners Plus I'm doin' shows daily, call me John Stewart So, who you know is iller than Mac Miller and Company? It's like I planted money seeds right underneath the fuckin' tree Now I got a hundred G's so none of ya'll can fuck with me Yeah, I said it publicly, so run and tell your mother, motherfucker I said run and tell your mother, motherfucker
Hold up Jerm, let me spit a second
Aye, yo I breeze past haters in the E Class quickly In deep, did a hundred songs, and that's this week Shit keeps going on and on We just tryna go bananas like its Donkey Kong, Yeah On my grind, always need to work So I be eatin' good, you be eatin' dirt If you talkin' shit, you gon' see me smirk While the DJ be scratchin' 'til the needles burst A couple screws prolly loose in my head Holla at my girl, tell her to bring that doobie to bed I'm a regular guy within a regular life Except I'm a Lamborghini if it's racing a bike Who knew, that I could turn, turn sound into something so cool Fresh kids see me I am bustin' dope moves Comin', and soon, do a D-turn and view Creep in your kitchen, start eating your food Girls tryna fuck, I don't be in the mood No time for pussy when my knee in the room Ooh, I switch flows switch rhythm Sick spittin', unlimited ammunition