Turn my $#&@ing beat up (x3)
(turn my mic up to)
(remix)

[Refrain]
Uh, yeah! we can do anything
Walk everywhere and buy anything! (remix)

I'll be chilling, I don't worry about anything remix)
Why stop now? I can have everything! (part 2)
Yeeeah! I can have everything!

Yeeeah! I can have everything!
Yeeeah! I can have everything!
Why stop now? I can have everything!


Find the nearest exit
Everybody better find the nearest exit

See the way I killed very ^!$$% in this (*##$
Somebody please tell me where the forensics
Everybody know the god real

Looking like you work in a garage sale
While you hating on one of the greatest
I be in the crib digging in ya mom's tail

Big old (*##$ - avatar
I got her sitting on the dick like I handle bar
Shawty like the way I beat it up

Beat the pretty #~!!@ with a battle scar
Let a ^!$$% eat it up like a caviar
Got her buggin now she wanna carry on

Ymcmb, gods of this rap %#@! that we are
But ya girl look like a little amateur
Wednesday night at the Apollo

But it's okay 'cause she got a long neck
And I got a dick size only a giraffe could swallow
Sent her back cause they gonna ask tomorrow

Why baby girl did you have to gargle?
If I could have everything
Do me a favor send me a hundred more bottles

Hahaha

[Refrain]


Aye let me re-introduce ya'll to my beautiful twin
Oh my god. Missy…


It go 3,4,5,6
On this mic I hot spit

This my time, toc-tic
On the chicken not $#&@ing wit'
Hit 'em with hits in the head I spit…

This %#@! is so ridiculous, sick
Missy like no other chick
Now watch how I kill this remix

I slay these crows
Got more lines than cornrows
You ain't on me sea level

Better get on ya tippy toes
Really though, really no
I'ma blow it up like a torpedo

Who am i, you don't know
You can call me the original
I'm the e-double-ll i-o-t-t don't ever try me on the mic i'ma beast

Eat an emcee like I'm Finna have a feast
You better sit down, have a seat
I can do anything, Missy Finna change the game

Ya'll better stay up in ya lane
Now i'mma just make y'all clap ya hands


[Refrain]

It's been officially declared that the martian is back in the building

Tunechi!!!

Man, $#&@ these ^!$$%s

Man, $#&@ these hoes
T just roll a big long blunt
I smoke that (*##$ till it's Muggsy Bogues

I ain't got time for that (*##$ %#@!
Glock, automatic, no stick shift
My girl p-ssy bigger than pig lips
My blunts last longer than friendships
Man, I was on my skateboard

It ain't trickin' if you got it I'll pay for it
Hol' up, wait for it
Catch up, like fake blood
My own funeral I'm late for it
Shout out to my young ^!$$% ace hood

I'm fresh out the can I'm canned goods
Two handguns, my hands full
I'm young I'll and so mean
I'm one pill from od'ing
I'm high hoe, my eyes low like Korean's

I pulled up on that ?
Thuggin', bumping golf wang
(*##$, I'm higher than Eddie Cane
Tunechi I can have everything


[Refrain]