Getta Beats
I think I'm a caveman, I put up on a t-rex
Show that steerin' wheel off, it's a sleeve check
Try that punch out, boy, it's a pain check
Put that pint in the freezer, it's a lean check
Mind of a maniac, I woke up shootin' at my shadow
Robbers already ready, they ain't lootin' for no ammo
Think it's Call of Duty, pull a boozy in commando
Cal Rizzy and I'm in the ship, zoomin' like I'm Lando
Cal D and Byron, my lawyer, yeah, he Jewish
Megatron touchdown, hell yeah, she threw it
I ain't Baby Chief, but hell yeah, we do it
Bro don't pop Perc-10s, like, hell yeah, he chewin'
All the bape in the closet, made a monkey like I'm Stewie
Bitch, you got a funky butt, funky breath, funky coochie
What the fuck goin' on? I think someone laced my shrooms
I got paid granny age and she owe the shit
The walk and the cry, baby, you be throwin' fits
Throwin' dubs in they face, nah, shows my shit
Lock in, how you ain't got no goals to hit? (Huh)
I just wanna bend and some more (Huh)
I just wanna train, that's the goal (Huh)
Ordinary civilian, I mean my Ski-O
Hell yeah, I skip arm day, but my weed strong
Potter putt, feds, bees, I'm Professor Utonian
Can't believe nowadays they be flexin' zirconian
Cactus Jack T on in the next hit, Utopia
All this gun smoke is Zotti and he hand me an opiate
Boy, she a six at the best, don't gas your girl
The fiends fallin' off the needle like Astro World
Lil' mama on VS, she'll pass on pearls
Swervin' Urus trucks, bitch, watch the Lambo twirl
I wouldn't gamble with your life, this ain't DraftKings
Why you go to FanDuel with your last cheese?
Killin' Black Chrome Heart like I'm Batwing
When you see Jimmy on the road, ain't DeGrassi
Hit him with that Drake, watch him disappear like Gatsby
Blunt full of muffins, you would think it's from the pantry
We be all through lil' Ipsy just like Ramsay
He ain't never live up to the hype, Marcus Camby
Ain't no pen, ain't no pad, just some brainpower
Drummin' gang, hit the club, make it rain shower
When I did go to school, $cam was eighth hour
First ones here, I guess that make the whip the Mayflower
We just 3D, me, James, and Mayfield
Why you got a vest on? I hope you got a brain shield
High as hell, she like, "Boy, the signs say it's you"
If everything else fail, this remain real
Kitchen full of blue jays, Vlad Guerrero
I told Lando drive Vetty, or the stab Camaro
So much white in the spot, look like Cracker Barrel
I never even seen Nev, it's just McNamara
I told Neff shoot his gun and stop actin' scary
You ain't even got a ring, why you actin' merry?
The Glock got thirty-one in the January
Gelato everything, what you need, apple, cherry?
Every time you go and perform, the clubs did
They know I got the ups in this Hawk, spud whip
Jeans loaded like a order out of Spud Headz
Tool on me, state troop trailin', that's a gut wrench
This bitch got everything but rent
All the back-up crib, that's some buckhead
I might pull a YNW on you with this trust, friend
I'ma call her Beavis, I don't get nothin' but head
