Brad Pitt's Cousin (feat. XP)

Slick shit man that's all we do hoe

That little homie let me talk my truth

Made an Instagram for my cat

And my cat doesn't even rap

And got more followers than you

Hold up, let me get my cat a bar

She's filthy, hey Cairo come here baby

(Meow) now my cat's more famous than you ever will be

I been hustling, you can't tell me nothing

I'm Brad Pitt's Ugly Cousin

When you're drunk at the wedding, still gon' fuck him

When you see me in the club

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin

Angelina show me love

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin

You got me fucked up

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin

Like you don't know what's up

Bradley, he's cuzo

All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it

All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it

All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it

All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it

You're embarrassed huh?

I'm in Paris bruh

You brought your whole crew

I brought my parents bruh

Every white dude in America went to the barber shop

Give me the Macklemore haircut

Australia they heard of me

Germany they heard of me

Japan they heard of me

It's a murder scene, you gon' learn some things

My dick named Ron Burgundy

I'm bad news with a pan flute

In a plaid suit, no can do

Uh, uh, I don't work for free

I used to smoke that purple weed

Sip a bunch of purple drink

That shit did not work for me

And now I just sip herbal tea

I'm posted at the swapmeet in a robe eating Church's wings

So cold, so cold, no emergen-C

When you see me in the club

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin

Angelina show me love

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin

You got me fucked up

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin

Like you don't know what's up

Brad Pitt, Brad, Pitt

All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it

All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it

All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it

All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it

Did it by myself, not a little bit of help

Nobody, nobody did nothing, I knelt

On my knees, said: God please give me a deal

And God texted me back

Don't be dumb young man, gotta do it yourself

It's up to you to turn the pen into a machete

And make sure that every beat that you meet gets killed

I kill the beat just like it's a pussy

And I eat it up and beat it up and leave it

You cannot compete with us

I'm weaving in and out of traffic

In the Cadillac, oh wait, is that us on the radio?

Wait, is that us on the radio?

It's what I always dreamed of

Back when I had peach fuzz

Shoutout to the homie D

Who's D? Deez nuts

I'm eating chicken wings and onions rings

If you're wondering, yes I does my thing

And another thing, no puppet strings

On the company, we sucker free

I ain't trippin' on what the public think

Ten thousand, we hustling

This shit didn't happen overnight

This shit didn't happen suddenly

When you see me in the club

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin

Angelina show me love

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin

You got me fucked up

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin

Like you don't know what's up

Brad Pitt, Brad, Pitt