Double Cheeseburger
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Shoot for the sky like a church league
Y'all heard me
Absurd G, chickens clucking for bird seeds
But I gotta apologize, no Greece like Xerxes
Won't heat or burn me
I'm the coolest nigga here
Usually defecation
Now I'm pissing in your ear
My tablet is the ratchet and
The pistols in the rear
I'll bang if it was bangless
Now the tracks no longer here
Metaphor, chilling with better whores
Smoking then later on
I bone them like Skeletor
What would I sell this for
This is free distribution
Style, they straight jack it
Like mental institutions
Outfit's is ruthless
Now your bitch is choosing
She floating round winners
Now your bitch you losing
Yeah, cause I'm the Super Sega Genesis
Salute me, game: invented it, and
You can't get no membership, little bitch
Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip
Of my dick, head, meltin' off and let it rip
Just like a cannon from the teen in Nick
That's equivalent
To the poison in a cigarette
Tyler, The Creator invented some new shit
And it's probably from the
Illuminati, Nazi descent, so
If I give a fuck, it's probably from my dick
When I'm Cheneyin' your daughter, she's
Tied up inside a tent, yeah
Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang presents
We're back like a black
Bitch's hairline indent
The shit I represent is
Killin' niggas and shit
That's why I traded R kelly my
Sister for a new hit
I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigga
Actor or a Dahmer when he invited me
In for cheese and crackers
Just to watch the Grammys
Man she's so attractive
Now he's mad and tryna run me
Over out with Gacy's tractor
Hop over, run backwards
With a knap sack of green Supreme hats
Like I was sponsored up
By the fuckin' Packers shittin' on niggas
My tongue considered a laxative maxi pad
Leave the beat brown like Rihanna lips
Back washing to my gang
You don't wanna take a sip fuck Wolf Gang
Fuck what? Here let's take a trip
Take a look, to this bullet
Now my finger slipped
My only purpose in life to
Kill myself up on accident
Freshjive, yeah I get it no charge
Dick soft as fuck, but somehow I go hard
Forearm with my gang name
That's an old carve
Chima Ferguson's bangin', you Ace
Niggas is Low Card, wolf Gang
Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out
Niggas in the street scared
Cause I got the burner in the hand-
That shit was wack as fuck
Don't ever rap again in your fuckin' life