Poetic Disaster (feat. TRESHINO)

Unh, unh, unh, unh Pockets on fat like the stomach of Bulma I'm tryna get to this shit way sooner I'ma hop in that car, nigga, what is a Uber She don't got a car, it's okay, I'll scoop her I'm ballin' on niggas, a five star hooper Been about the green, I'm the real Lex Luther King of this way, I pop out like Cthulhu She tryna stream my shit like Hulu DJ spittin' that shit back, hula-hoop Pass me the rock, I got it, I knew the shoot Puttin' in work, I'm back in the cubicle Add up the racks, I'm addin' up numerals We countin' up like uno, dos I'm on Mars like Bruno, ghost Flamin' that fye with the za, give a toast It's a bakery, nigga, we gettin' the loaf Laughin' at niggas, these niggas be jokes We not laughin' with you, boy, you part of the jokes It's a comedy, nigga, somebody get bro My flavors be cereal, smoke out the bowl They scannin' the cereal, scan with a code Knowin' this world don't come with a coat Got crack in this track, come get you some blow I'm talkin' to Celz like "We finna blow" My bro in the cell, I don't know what he on We payin' that bond and we gettin' him home Get this shit real life, I don't flex on the phone When I count up the racks, I'ma flex it at home I stay with my brother, I feel like Nick Jonas Finish up the combo with a damn elbow We still got bowls Let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go I get money, she already know Yea she like you, she love me the most When I wake up, I get up and go Yeah, this blunt in my hand, I'm a ghost We don't want your lil' bitch, she a ho Yeah, we come at your top like a fro Got a yellow bitch, I give her strokes Got a brown lil' bitch, look like toast And I'm posted with Treshino When I pass her to bro, she know And these niggas on butt, it's the lingo Put my thumb in her butt she a freak ho Yeah, I'm stackin' my chips, just like Pringles Yeah, she got a big butt, bigger ego Man, these hoes, they be swarmin' like seagulls I get fly in this bitch like a eagle I don't want her, you can keep her What you want now, I don't need ya Cold nigga, need a freezer But I'm hot now, need a heater She sucked my dick and I told your ass And she lied to you and you believed her She a naggin, ho, on my speaker She on her third straight like Adidas Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah