Sup

You know what it is, man

I’m handling biz, man

Get it how you live, man

Ooh yeah, girl, rumspringa, rumspringa

When we come through watch how they linger

We ain’t giving no cares, middle fingers, wassup?

Wassup, boy?

All my [?] is livin'

All these [?] get with it

These [?] assholes get lifted

I’m butter, watch me churn it up, what’s up? (Wassup, wassup, wassup?)

What’s up boy, what’s up? (Wassup, wassup, wassup?)

What’s up boy?

I was chilling in the cut

I winked at him once

Just to put butterflies up in his gut

Let me get at that tapioca bubble butt

I killed it, shut the casket, I don’t give a fuck

Wha-wha-what the fuck is this?

A trickle down theory?

Ha, when I splash I make them [?] drown clearly, yup

I see me on the agenda

Serving it grande, venti, trenta

Skin color: Spicy chai latte

Get some coffee, pop it like edamame

Ay, I’m feelin [?]

We actin’ hella naughty by nature, it’s a party

I don’t take no teas to the fever

Little niggas soulburst, flow like ether

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Won’t little swishers throw down like the G

They don’t fuck with me cause I guarantee

I'll [?]

No, basic bitches don’t fuck with me

Cause they realize that I’m from the NYC

He say what’s the T/tea? Black

He’s asking me about my zodi-ac

I’m like: Ay bra, you don’t know me like that

But if you got the milk and honey, could be homies like that

Niggas know I’m the bee’s knees

But they don’t know about these teas

Earl Gray, all day, I’m real steep like loose leaf

I got them bridges burning all around me

You can’t prevent forest fires when I’m sparking trees

I’m in that arboretum with Adam, Eve, and Steven

You wanna rub the apples?

Call me Johnny, I’m seedin’

He say he wanna flirt, he’s sayin’ that he’s straight, though!

They say I’m gay as hell, I’m sellin’ fruit for pesos!