DEEZ NUTS!

(专辑： MegaTron 2 - 2023)

Aye
Gang five deep, splash around like the Great Lakes
Why you upping funny money? Why you thumbing fake pape'?
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Dude that got a CO2 tank, why the fuck you totting fake Drac'?
Shopping off of olibobble, why you rocking fake Bape?
K Roll, K Roll, you sipping fake drank
Oh, okay, I see what's going on, boy, you fake-fake
I just made some real pape' with a fake name
Tryna act like BabyTron, like, oh, okay, you fake James
Eating off the banks but I'll stop to take a stank break
Amiris with the bandanas, looking like I gangbang
What's that one saying?
Sit your five dollar ass down before I make change
No faking
201, plug on Telegram, he speak Croatian
Looking for his badge number, heard he giving infomation
Huh, congrats
Huh
Congrats, congrats, you just played yo' self, hang yo' self
You should take the switch, turn it on and go and spank yo' self
Yapping like the head huncho, must've went and ranked yo' self
Wrestling with the monkey on my back, I'm tryna win the title
Preaching in the booth, you would've thought these verses in the Bible
You would think she Pocahontas, lil' bitch, she giving tribal
Zero losses on my record, Scottie Pippen in the finals
BR1 and 2 on wax, come and get a vinyl
Everytime I throw a touchdown that bitch a spiral
Treat these hoes like water bottles how they get recycled
I've been travelling all week, this my sixth arrival
Bitch head fire, my shoes got blew off
Riding with that "fah-fah-fah-", let's have a shoot off
That one shit'll turn your TT into Rudolph
I know you read the shirt, shit, it's hard to cut root off
He was grabbing on the blick but didn't bust and gave it blue balls
In middle school, I was drifting salmon to the blue hall
Man, I really hate it when your boo call
'Cause that's the type of shit that really piss my boo off
Street balling, shit, it's time to cut the rules off
Poured a deuce of that juice, I'm finna snooze off
Talking for no reason, I'm just thinking, "Who's dawg?"
Get him outta here, point him to the door
When it's time for a skit, I'm gon' point him to the floor
Naw! I ain't pointing at you, bro
The bitches 'round you kinda cute, I'm only pointing at the hoes
I can't take her 'round a trip, she get annoying on the road
That, [*sniff*], 'll destroy a junkie's nose
If your stache matched your height, you would be on Muggsy Bogues
Shit, my pockets paralyzed, but, huh, yeah
Shit, my pockets paralyzed, I walk around with bloody toes
Told you that the Quagen break loose while I had a bloody nose
And elbow, a joke's up, you think I'm smoking funny bone
Got Haribo flavors with these hoes, I give 'em gummy dough
Chopper knocked the hair up off him, Kobe eight to twenty-four, like, tch
Ain't it twenty-eight to one?
Or like, fifty to six?
Catch him outta town, you'd probably steal some Jimmy with blick
The way the junkies returning, you'd think the rizzie the mix
Skiied up in Philli', motherfucker thought I was Quan
Motherfucker thought that I was Quammy doing all this jugging
Doing all this goddamn scamming, all this damn hamming
Asked if it's designer, don't you feel the goddamn fabric?
Bro a demon, shit, he swears to Satan
Why you selling pints of green? They only cost a pair of Asics
If you had the sauce like I, you'd probably have to wear an apron
In interrogation with a agent who look like Sarah Palin
Got a thing for them lightskined curly hair with braces
I can't help it, huh
Team player, I ain't selfish
Deez nuts, booga-wooga-wooga