Scene

(Album: The Kid Before Trunks - 2017)

[Kid Trunks:]
Gling, Gling, Gling (Huh)
Bloop, Bloop
That's the sound of that sauce zipping in your bitch pussy

Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break
If I, see a pussy talking bread, I'm like Usain
Bitch you running 'cross the map, ain't no fucking place is safe
Boy you goofy and I'm 'bout to fuck your momma in her the face
Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
Until it break (uh)
Until it break (uh)

[Kin$oul:]
Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip the whip into the shake
Push to start, hit the gas, in yo' face
Shake that ass, shake that ass, make it quake
Can't escape, from this fate, it's way too late (yeah)
Get them bands, I'm so in love with the profit
Two foreign hoes, from the tropics, rolling tropic
Saliva swapping, got me feeling hella' nauseous
When I'm off the perky, feeling like nothing can hurt me

[Kid Trunks:]
Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break
If I, see a pussy talking bread, I'm like Usain
Bitch you running 'cross the map, ain't no fucking place is safe
Boy you goofy and I'm 'bout to fuck your momma in her the face
Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
Until it break (uh)
Until it break (uh)

[Flyboy Tarantino:]
I can't trust a soul (oh no)
My pocket on swole
I wan't some ice, I need that glow
She look nice, she giving throat
Earlobe full of gold, like I sold my soul
She a thotty, me and my partner ran laps around that hoe
We ran a train, feeling like time
Beat it like Ronda, beat it like Micheal Jay
Touch my pen let that bitch spray
Catching a case, I put that in the paint
Feeling like Usain [?]
They told me I got a lot on my plate
They told me I got a lot on my plate
Knock it off, boy you're soft
Please just stop it
I can't take no loss
We taking off just like rocket
Bitch I'm a boss
Feeling like me, I'm with the stove
She want that water like Voss
My dick gon' fit in like cross

[Kid Trunks:]
Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break
If I, see a pussy talking bread, I'm like Usain
Bitch you running 'cross the map, ain't no fucking place is safe
Boy you goofy and I'm 'bout to fuck your momma in her the face
Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
Until it break (uh)
Until it break (uh)

See the comma, don't be fronting with words
I got four bitches and your hoe is the third
She gon', fly fuck my friends just call her a bird
That's the [?] your vision is blurred (Okay!)

Stone cold, switch blade
In your mothafucking rib cage, Johnny Cage
You don't get your fucking rent paid, It's a shame and
You ain't fucking on a damn thing
You a lame, lil' bitch (Okay!)
Stone cold, switch blade
In your mothafucking rib cage, Johnny Cage
You don't get your fucking rent paid, It's a shame and
You ain't fucking on a damn thing (no you're not)
You a lame, lil' bitch

Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break
If I, see a pussy talking bread, I'm like Usain
Bitch you running 'cross the map, ain't no fucking place is safe
Boy you goofy and I'm 'bout to fuck your momma in her the face
Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
Until it break (uh)
Until it break (okay)