Sky Hooks

Verse 1 Alright, this the type of shit they be playing at the barbershop I hear these mafuckas saying that it's all for naught But I ain't stopping till I make it to the top y'all They bout to feel stupid talking like a dropped call Cause I'm bout to pop off ma dude, the flow too cashy And this white dude ain't trashy I'm actually college educated, U of R abbreviated Got inebriated but ma GPA was still amazing On that 3.93 tip, fuck you know about a Eastside G spittin uncontrollable I mean if clever was the measure, then I'm better than Whatever rappers getting cheddar, I'm the king, and they Coretta They some bitches like a kennel got Dicky spittin devil hot Listenin to my writtens got you whistlin like a kettle potttt I can't stop til I make a dent But this is greatness, take it in Ya namsayin cuz [Hook] Yall mafuckas wanna be that kid Want to lease that whip Want to be that sick Das a mafucka in this mafucka getting dough Like a mafucka in this mafucka whatchu know bout a Late teen wit dreams, debate team to frees To makin these hooks like Kareem, yamean Now ya man deep in the game, but keepin the same Cause I believe, I been keepin the faith, y'nawmsayin? [Verse 2] And I spit that shit so asinine Been known to jerk my dick just to pass the time And I ain't never really care for these fake mafuckas Take mafuckas cake like I wait on these mafuckas Hate when these mafuckas talk the talk I'm at the plate, but you know I'm getting walked or balked or somethin' And you ain't even in my league lil shawty I'm a beast you can find me on the beach wit a sporty lil young thang Tan lines out the ass, so bad she about to go to Alcatraz I gotta second wit the tenth, thinking alphabet Lil Dicky only breaking bad bitches, Malcolm's dad I'm on the beat, know you heard of that G that'll murder cats Freak raps, my dude, my genes in a fertile sack Balls full a ballplayas, Archie Manning I could even let a few in ya family Now I'm laughing cuz [Hook] [Verse 3] And I'mma cake like it ain't nothin I stay humping wit a cock, trying to date something I'm straight frontin cause I'm not, hard top on my mama's Lexus I ain't stoppin til Lil Dicky and Obama texting Dog, I just wanna rap til ya man straight blow up I'm nasty, throw up My fam reads Torah And I can do this shit on the reg ya dig White mack sound brown like Texas's I'm really dreaming bout the 22s but I can do it though I got a Jewish flow and I ain't ever had a student loan I think you knew it though, darling, ya man correct I tell y'all bout ballin, Stan Verret Cause I been known to use a metaphor Only fuckin ten or more Thought I was an artist but I think I'm liking metta more Atlanta, Japan to Amsterdam Ya boy bout to run up into the stands, ynamsayin baby [Hook]