Aye, shout out Simba
Hahaha, pass me the fucking Port
That's my fucking nigga
Psychedelic Trap, more like... Psyche- I don't fucking know
O.T.O

Boyband, huh run off with your shit, you niggas throw hands (Pew, pew)
But we bladed in this bitch I'm with my
Boyband, huh, run off with your shit, you niggas throw hands (Gang)
But we bladed in this bitch, ok now
Boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex
Boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex
Boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex
Boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex, boyband flex

Feeling like Skrillex, 'cause I told that little bitch to
D-D-D-D-D-D-Drop the bass
Fuck doing race, 'cause I beat the case (Yeah)
And yo' bitch is so freaky like Cirque du Soleil (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch so bad, I need two of them (Woah)
My Rick Ross wrist on these Louboutins (Woah)
And I make yourself quack, you the violins (Mmm)
I got an Asian bitch pregnant, I think her name is Lynn (Yuh)
So, please fucking just stay lackin' on my best friends
Where the guy? Wonder if the young nigga up next
Him and me used to really talk, tune on my lap, bitch (Yeah)
Pop 20 pills so I beat up depression (Yeah, Yeah)
Fuck all you ops, see young nigga flexin'
Shoot me, shoot me with the Smith