next exit

No more stress infused

Everything I said meant feeling extra cool

I let it all out

I hit raw now think I need calm

These punches gotta price to pay I'll buy the mall out

All this shit for little Nicky as a fucking small child

And my mom proud

Making bong sounds bubbled with tall smile what the fuck these songs bout

Bitch you all clout

If you try to find your way to mine you took the wrong route

Next exit

Shout out to my brother that's my motherfucking best-friend

Shout to your mother she been up to let a friend hit

Shout to the other that I'm never gon mention

Now bout too be covered when I see you no sentence but how bout to the covers till we Fuck with no bed spread

Squirt central hurting her mental

She think we forever she wetter I'm suspenseful

Some tend to just test you to impress you

I ain't give that bitch a reaction a funk flex move