That is not dangerous
This shit for my big bros, I'm back in the city, ayy (It's childs play)
Might link up with Christo, he burn like a CD, blank (Blank)
He say, "You get high, Wynnie?" (No)
No, I never smoke, ayy (Ayy)
No games if I'm being blunt (What?)
That's what I call roll play
Christo
This is the director's cut
Punchlines IKEA, I set 'em up
Makin' moves like the rent went up
Do not blink when you mention us (Roadrunner)
All of 'em Wile E. Coyote, I know you don't want any dust (In your face)
We handin' out masks at the start 'cause we know that you not keepin' up
Wynnie tough, I do not keep it a buck, I only keep it a mil'
How does it feel? D'Angelo, chalk on the floor
Voodoo, they not on my heels
Not on my stilettos, not on my forces not on my Achilles, Greek like Giannis
I am a muse, you think you just like me
They croak on arrival, go back where the pond is
You in the back with the horses, I'm in the front of the line where the view is so gorgeous
Look at the forest, punches are leavin' their tooth blue, that's why my mic cordless
Don't need a chorus, keep it on sight like the sources
You can't see me, no warrant
Turn 'em red like Mr. Forman
Chew 'em up, spit 'em out, clean it up with Orbit
Mary had a little Lamborghini, now we're leaving
So just tell 'em they can ring me 'cause we're over it, over it, over and out
Over it, over it, over and out
Over it, over it, over and out
(Over it), over it, over and out
Over it, over and out
Who you gonna call? I'm ghost, I go
Only talk green like no iPhone (Sex)
Give me that rock, that's no typo
Need a cut of that paper like roshambo (I do)
I don't keep score, damn, what are they callin' on me for?
Made it to the top but your knees sore
The stories they don't tell on Freeform (Jeez, Lord)
I don't need a reason, dislocations from the reaches
Put 'em in a sling, I think they need it
They can't keep up 'cause I don't need a weekend
Need a hoodie in the booth, it's freezin'
Tires workin' in all the seasons
I'm mad at all of them for sleepin'
That's what I call Tempur-Pedic
Uh, let the beat rest in peace
Give me my check then leave, I said it, I'm sick of these fleas
How come they buggin' my dogs? They better go get that leash then leave
That's it, I'm saying my piece, why's your man followin' me?
Lock the game up and swallow my keys, say cheese
Picture this face 'fore it's taking the lead, like
Mary had a little Lamborghini, now we're leaving
So just tell 'em they can ring me 'cause we're over it, over it, over and out
Over it, over it, over and out
Over it, over it, over and out
(Over it), over it, over and out
Over it, over and out
