Hey yo, I'm helicopter shotter
I'm the flights bloke you heard of
Razor blades either equal cocaine or murder

Crying in your bathrobe, could really use a bath, though
Your hashtag should be trash bag, smell like $$#hole


A great way of saying I'm the illest to spit, though
Same way I grace all these women I said no
Pay for your grapes so your children don't need to

Hyper last as long as your subscription to GQ
You taze making, I taste bacon, that's late dated
I'm Ray Madden, I'm Clay Aiken, I'm Main Davis

All $$# since you ball catching like A Mason
Fall backwards and all access, grave digging
I'm face slapping you, you face painting, digging balls

Your girl's face's taken, that painting isn't yours
Oh baby, you so crazy so here's a pill
$#&@ Mozart, $#&@ you and dude, here's a chill

You can suck a million dicks, you !@#%s are full of %#@!
Birdy in pink but then who's nuts and know the grip?
A sucker for a sucker, turn your hair back

I'mma $#&@ her, you $#&@ed her, where you hear that?

Only good times ahead, go crazy

Only in the present 'cause the past won't faze me
Only hearing yes, I don't hear no or maybe
Blood, sweat and tears painting off old baby

And I ain't never had a doubt once for myself
My music all around the world and now it's felt
It ain't a problem when you living like you got it

Concept in '57, ain't no way they gonna stop it

I've been stuck on a show, with no spare, get a tow truck

This road's $#&@, no luck, plus got no donor
Cups cut, sitting on the kitchen table, nu stuff
Get a bucket sofa, not you, no slugs

Sit down, look sweet, keep your mouth closed shut
Don't touch, I got bum rush killed in cold blood
Cause around the block to that place, ain't following

Tweet, tweet, I gave that girl a skeet skeet, apologies
Vanilla dutch, like my ice cream with pistachio
Green like a package sold, always keep my habit going

I'm asking gloves, run fast, kidnapped to last the trunk
Less you adding plus some sums, sons of Duffy Duck
Bus record upsetting Mathilda wify

Love letter, $#&@ that, just $#&@, never writing
My voice falling forever through your monitors
And you forever known for whoring like your momma was

Longevity, my ^&@#$, if you ever got to see it then you never wanna leave it
Let it free from my jeans'
Your girlfriend looks good for a belly dancer in Venus


Only good times ahead, go crazy
Only in the present 'cause the past won't faze me

Only hearing yes, I don't hear no or maybe
Blood, sweat and tears painting off old baby
And I ain't never had a doubt once for myself

My music all around the world and now it's felt
It ain't a problem when you living like you got it
Concept in '57, ain't no way they gonna stop it