Happy Gilmore
Tryna spit my shit, you'd likely slit your throat
You bitch niggas ain't Piccolo
Ain't no comeback kid, eight fingers on thumbtack, kid
I'm just open-handed slapping niggas
Happy Gilmore tactics, catch you slipping if he carve up the ice
Princess cuts in my flows, this nigga in here lighting squares like he no Vanna White
It's funny, I'm just in here copping some O's
Serve me a QP for a G
Back on the street, I'm in a steamer with a hoodie on
(Bro, y'all niggas hot as hell)
It turn to a sauna with them boys behind us
Niggas ain't [?], they still gon' have to find us
My security blanket damn manifest like Linus
Sharp as Steve Harvey linen in the nine nineties
A young black man more honest than he's non-violent
Cause sometimes niggas need they ass beat, foreal, yeah
I don't fuck with collagen, don't do no apologin'
I don't fix my lips for these niggas
I'mma say what's on my mind, a hundred all of the time
You can suck a nigga dick, y'feel different
I would tell it to my bros, I don' told it to my foes
If you think I'm on some shit, you should listen
I'ma look you in your face if I hit you
Give a fuck about your clique or who with you, nigga
It could be one or two or three or four, or more
Or more (one) or more (one, two)
Or more (one) or more