Ayy, yuh, yuh, yuh, hoo, bitch Ayy, sauce, flesh, wet in the flesh Ayy, how was you feelin', bro? Uh, feelin' like the four, I feel fantastic Which one would you be, though? Uh, Mr. Fantastic, cause I'm money like elastic Burberry, trench coat, you smoke oregano I'm smokin' on the cactus I'm a beaver, you know, when I whip my dick out She said, too big, I demand this How was you feelin', bro? Uh, feelin' like the four, I feel fantastic Which one would you be, though? Uh, Mr. Fantastic, cause I'm money like elastic Burberry, trench coat, you smoke oregano I'm smokin' on the cactus I'm a beaver, you know, when I whip my dick out She said, too big, I demand this Ayy, water that pussy like Baptist Too far, my sauce need an atlas Her pussy hungry and starving, so my dick ain't what I use, it's a damn catnip Rap game on faster than fast, so be real, all these niggas, I might overlap them Never mind, I done my cap, them Just like a taste of Rizep, them Shot, mm, I *** a bitch in the dark, mm My diamonds shine in the dark, mm We did that smoke like a fart, mm I'ma go just like a cart, mm You four-leaf, so-called, you Paul, uh, Blart, uh Try but you never can *** my thot Or merely rock on my bot Okay, Post Malone with that pistol I see you as dick closer than the bustle I know that you hard as tissue See you giggle like tickle Your bitch teakin' me like metal Heat sensor on my pickle You know I don't tell no riddle Runnin' right like a riddle Okay, like, how is you feelin', bro? Feelin' like the four, I feel fantastic Which one would you be, though? Uh, Mr. Fantastic, cause I'm money like elastic Burberry, trench coat, you smoke oregano I smoke it on the campus I'ma be real, you know, when I whip my dick out She said, too big, gotta map this Map, map, map, get it to the half-ipe Round cash, cash, catch, catch And I'm in a pill like baseball bat And I'm fresh off a lake like a whole Tic-Tac You know I'm ***ed up Like a ticket stand back, cool cat Like a stray in the freezer in the back Like a Jay-Z, no Rockefeller, I look back But it's about the damn money, boomerang back Okay, like, lisp, is that what's because I sip? Lean like a bust down to your bitch In your mouth, I fade her fist Pistol best friends with my hip Like T.I., bitch, that's a tip I don't care how they get lipped They sauce is wetter than I dripped How was you feelin', bro? Feelin' like the four, bitch, I feel fantastic Which one would you be though? It's fantastic, cause the money like elastic Barbering, trench coat, you smoke oregano I smoke it on the campus I'ma be real, you know, when I whip my dick out She said, too big, gotta map this How was you feelin', bro? Feelin' like the four, bitch, I feel fantastic Which one would you be though? It's fantastic, cause the money like elastic Barbering, trench coat, you smoke oregano I smoke it on the campus I'ma be real, you know, when I whip my dick out She said, too big, gotta map this I don't think I gotta drop anything after this