Hairless Horsemen

(album: Platinum Falcon Returns - 2020)

[Guapdad 4000:]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy

I'm just a shorter in net until my bitch give me head
I start fucking my devils and put my [?] to bed
I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap shit is flawed
They just cap for applause, they owe an arm in the bank
I seen that chopper and that money counter both go "Brrrrrrr"

Walking up the wrong tree, I done smoking too much moss
These days I'm killing Gods, I had to get that across
Cross me, that's like tryna cross the street cross-eyed
Cross-faded out the crosswalk 'til you cross paths
Where the high ride, clapping checks until my dick clap
That's a hot rod, but she's still tied to my meat
Like Lady Gaga, the googly-eyed, after that [?]
Giggling, growing my gigabytes, I'm grooving, you goofy
I had bitches tryna be on my penis since ze-nine
Looked at Raven Simone and said "See this lil' penis"
At the moment I'm always taking meetings
Already too many assumptions taking meanings
All the men abandoned men, the management is making em
That was six different ways for me to spell ATM
I got six different plates for me to melt, ATMs
I got six different states where I need to mail ATM
Not on no modest shit, honestly, I could humble the hottest bitch
Don't have rings on no hobby shit, but still tell her I got a bitch
Hopping out the house, wooting, holling, sauce gravy
I never really had the sauce, boy, the sauce had me

I'm just a shorter in net until my bitch give me head
I start fucking my devils and put my [?] to bed
I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap shit is flawed
They just cap for applause, they owe an arm in the bank
I seen that chopper and that money counter both go "Brrrrrrr"
(Uh, yo, yo, yo, yo)

[Boogie:]
I seen that money and my baby momma both go
Ain't had no sound for that, smoking on power
That power push me to power-nap, uh
Bathing in Hell while the Devil cry on my shower-cap, uh
I got this house full of the dead and shit I gotta put to bed
'Cause they been living rent free inside my motherfucking head
And if I die for what I said and they kill me for this verse
Make sure my kid know what's worth
'Cause he's [?] with the earth
I turn to rapper, say they all friends, uh
Tell 'em I'll bitch-slap 'em with God's hands, uh
I had to count all my losses, I had to get in my pocket
Negative thoughts in my wallet, I had to turn it to profits
They probably tryna kill my innocence, uh
They meditated first coincidence, uh
Typical nigga shit, I'm sick of shit but act like I ain't bothered
'Cause world done poured a lot on my motherfucking chakra
What the fuck

I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap shit is flawed

[Guapdad 4000:]
I'm just a shorter in net until my bitch give me head
I start fucking my devils and put my [?] to bed
I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap shit is flawed
They just cap for applause, they owe an arm in the bank
I seen that chopper and that money counter both go "Brrrrrrr"