DINKLEBERG

Triple digits on the dash, you won't catch me like I'm road runner Got the cheese offshore, yeah the type that look like foam runners Next whip a big body I ain't talkin' no hummers Ex ain't think I'd make it big now I fee fi fo fum her Got a couple girls, I don't ask what they're known for Her head kinda fire, so I call that bitch my blow torch Something like a doctor, got the heart in the cold storage Never low on racks my whole squad is some loan sharks F*ck who I'm steppin to I'm scuffing up the Tom Fords Tryna pull my strings but I promise these the wrong chords No glizzies where the queen live we pull up with the long swords She tryna split the green so I call that hoe a lawnmower I ain't gotta try I just jot the shit I think of first Ain't no wave rider but when I'm on a beat I gotta surf Flow is astronomical, course it's gon' be big on earth They big mad now, I should change my name to Dinkleberg If y'all pressed do the dash we gon' get it without you Hard thought to chew we gon' have rocks in the mouth soon Ima double down my dubs we aint leaving no doubt room Guess it's time to cop a stick have 'em thinking that I'm groot