lyrics
[Hook]
I’m jacked up, I’m finna act up
I’m jacked up, I’m finna act up
I’m jacked up, I’m finna act up
I’m jacked up, I’m finna act up
I’m jacked up, I’m finna act up
I’m jacked up, I’m finna act up
I’m jacked up, I’m finna act up
You act up, you gettin’ smacked up
Fuckboy, say what? (Huh?)
Whatcha say, fuckboy? (Huh?) Whatcha say, fuckboy?
Fuckboy, say what? (Huh?)
Whatcha say, fuckboy? (Huh?) Whatcha say, fuckboy?
Fuckboy, say what? (Huh?)
Whatcha say, fuckboy? (Huh?) Whatcha say, fuckboy?
Fuckboy, say what? (Huh?)
Whatcha say, fuckboy? (Huh?) Whatcha say, fuckboy?
[Verse 1]
Flyer than you, ain’t never left my feet
I’m powered up, hoe, check my ki
I'm glowin', bitch
Feel the glare
Burn your eyes
Hold my dick
I’m finna gloat a bit; add me a giga
Wait, they just wanna laugh at a nigga
I can’t prove it, but I know I sniff it
They smell funny; Owen Wilson
That prejudice, you know it’s built-in
Lies you told those po’ lil’ children
Tell them why you turnt now
Why white girls wanna twerk now
Why you trill, why Vine ill
Why you live, while I’m killed
Why you white-washed this rap thing so I couldn’t see a speck of dirt in this crowd
Wow.
I’m the only black one at this rap show
And somehow, that makes me the asshole
… But let’s think about that later, ‘cause for now, I have a responsibility to entertain this crowd, so I’ll...
Do it.
[Verse 2]
44 of them Red Bulls
My dick longer than med school
My dick thicker than Hannity's skull
Shove it your ear, ‘til your sanity choke
Go so deep, ‘til you don’t sleep, and your thoughts spasm, and you start asking how you became a big fan of me, hoe
That’s called “cumming to a realization”
These other rappers can’t make you nut, so they conceal the hatred
Some of them just fancy poppin’ shit
Well, we ain’t too opposite
Except I’ma kill you and have your family clean your body up like an antioxidant
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this is pizza boy.,
released March 31, 2015
produced by drones.
("Underwater Tippin")
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