Perfect Hair Forever

[Hook x2] Baby I'm sitting pretty I roll with goons and hippies I know the world don't get me that ain't my fault Maybe I'm chasing nothing We're too high to function You know we up to something trying to ball [Verse 1] You swing like a battle axe Chromed out Cadillacs Tryna do dirt I ain't fuckin' with no tattle rats Tattle tale gibberish Loose lip frivilous Got a new bitch said she thicker than some licorice Picture this, hit or miss Kid from the slums Hand smell like money Clothes reeking like rum You ever seen an alcoholic frolic through your ghetto? That 'shroomed out, gooned out mobbin' through your meadow? I'm a loner, I'm a rebel and my attitude is bad I gamble and I womanise I get that from my dad I'm a man of many vices, none of them are righteous No insurance in the dash, fuck the cops, fuck your license What's the worst that can happen? That hit and run, crashing? Decorated mashin' with that second hand fashion I turn water into wine, trash into treasure Fat boy Jesus! No one can do it better, huh? [Hook] [Verse 2] Looking out the window, all I see is fuckery Laughing at them rap fans, that don't even fuck with me Talkin' bout some hip hop, why you getting uppity? Pick any rapper on your playlist they can't even fuck with me Bad Ass billy Gun, Burner and a Billy club They don't want no autograph They just want their titties rubbed They just want a part of you I just want some barbecue I built this from the ground up like that shit ain't even hard to do Anti, everything, Lemon Pepper Chicken Wing Tapitio hot sauce, shimmer like a wedding ring Wrestling with thoughts but I box 'em like Tito Trinidad been the man beloved in Puerto Rico They love me in the Middle East, They love me out in Mexico What you need some molly, e, or coke, hold up I'll get a quote I hit the beeper king, like, where you at? There go that hair god with a couple bitches on his lap [Hook] x2