Flight 411 MX2

Bada boom Bada bing
I'm just tryna sing
So let me spit it mad spiritual
And indigenous then naughtiest spitter with aboriginals
The flow is so original
The shits a fucking miracle
With a mad kid but the flow is to immaculate
I'm still running but the pigs ain't catching shit
Slug tipping and dippin ya caesar salad dip
And talking with a slang of a villain until I'm coughing piss
Coughing piss and munching on a rappers dish
Two gold chains and some playground raps dude
Six gold teeth and some sticker pack tattoos
Yeah...
What the birds see the villains do
These dudes play happy
Until I smack em with the pedestal
Penultimate decision was the boogy at Seven rebels
And dissect the intellect for what he made clever
The switch you believe will make you sing
Bada boom Bada bing
Smacking off his bling
Preaching to my mistletoe
Long John silvers and some crook teeth
Grimey like the blacks mandingos
When shes licking of the liquor on his lips
Seven shades blacker uncle Genie with the wish
Smuggle in the sediments the ball from the rich
Speak about the eagle end up in the ditch snitch
Brownie fudge smug, mug
Run a little fucker on stage spit crack
That's word to my mother
And my sister and my brothers, brothers
Snow
I don't know what to say
I'm going insane
Up in the membrane
I'm going insane
Yeah

Yo

Yeah

Bada boom Bada bing
Smacking off his bling
I'm just tryna sing