Sri Lanka

Sri Lanka, I'm doing well there, bitch from Bel Air named Bianca
Every time I link with Heemy, we be sponsored
Lames only see me when they meet me at the concert
Begging for a plus, rappers beyond sus
They just mad it's bout to bust and we on the cusp
Shorty think she could do better than me, must be on dust
I turn that bird to an ex like Elon musk, trust

Heems

Yo I be eating, I'm the pac man,
Me I move the pack man,
Roll around with pak mans
My man got the strap man
He pack an ack in the back man of an ac man
Dunno how to act man, yo that's a fact man
Me I just rap man, I'm like Hugh jack man
I'm a huge jacked man, damn that shit slap man
Droogy give me dap man, this verse is a wrap man
No cap, Queens back on the map man

Your Old Droog

I do what you can't
They screaming out my lines like the Wu chant
The shorty that I'm messing with Divine like I'm Hugh Grant
I'm too amped, used to stand in line for some food stamps
A true champ, chilling in the ride bumping boot camp
Your droog stamped, and motherfucker you'se an entree
Don't try to little brother me dawg, I ain't Phonte
Smack up ya kids, choke ya mother
Have 100 goons outside your crib looking like the Jokic brothers

Heems

Afghanistan, that's how I tally bands
I blam ya fam, or we could go hand to hand
I shoot the dove, we could go man to man
I'm a handsome man in the jungle with orangutans
Y'all know heemy, jazz and sashimi
Shorties call me dreamy and steamy when they see me
I eat linguini in my man's Lamborghini
Make the money Houdini in some drip like a genie

Yo I was dusted reading math textbooks
Yo my right hook better than my left hook
Yo they in white hoods they can't see my check book
I'm in red hook cookin fish im the head cook
You don't wanna take panga, lassi thanda
I'm comfy in a tundra or in the rotunda
I'm somewhere humid, listening to Sun Ra
Yo I bring the danda, I make ya ass nanga