Me and Slater just hit a curve Bunny hop, zoning out, listening to nerds Made a couple thousand turds, spitting wit and burps ***, now I can't get in a burp Me, I'm from the slums, niggas who push a ton Ton of drums with a foul flow, dirty mouth like kissing bums Mama, they made her one, uh A witty son, with no respect for women, so-so Show me your titties, hun You 18, me, I'm 20, son Okay, I'm 20, but I'm soon to be 21 I wild out at shows, break ***, it should be fun Venues don't like pussy with me, should it come? But I'm a wax hat like the chapstick in my backpack For my black lips, then dip to Europe, then come back with a stack of cheese Stack of cheese for these rats, um, mac and cheese New cream *** got me feeling fly like a bag of bees *** critics, how's your dick? ***, how's your knees? Y'all on my dick more than my index when I take a pee Came up with Rella, and touch a bag of weed *** was dope as in Whitney Houston's knees Golf Wang, that's the team we be Getting T-U-O-F-N-D You was missing a sweatshirt, like, where's the hooded sleeve? Okay, nevermind, we found it, yeah Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunny hopped, zoning out, listening to Nerd Made a couple thousand turds, spitting written verbs ***, now I kick it in the burbs Guess I went and checked, started cashing in I stopped rapping, I start asking where my *** passion is Probably where that faggot went, who? Tyler talking father problems, shocking *** He spit the poppin' topics in a gossip column Damn, I ain't asked for this, I did it out of boredom Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom Now O.Y.'s PJ's, sipping light shade, chips, ahoy, boy Listenin' to Cowboy, hey boy Land in Melbourne, it's St. Defense Roy O.Y.'s was O.Y.'s, I enjoy, boy Y'all niggas play as a tots toy Have a good day as I annoy, oy Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunny hopped, zoning out, listening to Nerd Made a couple thousand turds, spitting written verbs ***, now I kick it in the burbs Cannons with panorama views My shoes, I see more vans than Mexicanas Or crackers in Alabama G.O. to the L.F., this O.F. I opened up a store so I don't stress, but nigga, ah What? Mosh and gardens Jazzy, pumpy ***, playing chords, making them *** Pardon my Dolly Partons, and I keep sharting Hoodies with rectangles in different colors Niggas think I started kindergarten My bitch is on my head of bars I just wanna ride my bike Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater My bitch is on my head of bars Hair blowing in the wind Her freckles look like candy bars Hair blowing in the wind My bitch is on my head of bars I just wanna ride my bike Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater My bitch is on my head of bars Hair blowing in the wind Her freckles look like candy bars My cool summer never ends My bitch is on my head of bars Bars, Bars Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater My bitch is on my head of bars