AD MONEY

Hook
"Oh, you NASA? You the OG?"
Thought I hurt a fan, talkin' hater —
he ain't know me, how he heard of me?
You wigga who got that smoke?
Pull up, let's see.

Verse 1
@barsoverheads, bop — you Whac-A-Mole,
not for your dick, dude, you just got dissed by a white boy
AND I KILLED YOU, that's the whole story told.
Dis wigga so flop, I went fishin', caught many weak fish —
like, he shallow be; dis wigga popped like cream puffs,
oven-warm, barely. (Ha!)
You pissin' me off 'cause you washed up,
your head a mop for missed poop —
your girl got rinsed too, used lyrics, used pussy, used up.
Black hole: your girl's pussy pinker than the pigs that she porkin',
lick that shit like a chocolate nougat, caramel nuts, keep lurkin'.

Verse 2
Fuck y'all to Kansas, dragged from a pickup truck,
knot tied to the left ankle — act like he knew me from high school,
but he ain't never smoked with me. I wasn't high, too —
I got them shooters jammin' my song in the Uber.
You ain't took a taxi to the Uber, wigga, punch a wall,
break your house, fuck your parents, sell the whole beach —
'cause I'm fed up to the polls, vote me out.
More like it can't NOT be in your blood, blue-to-red, wigga,
oxygen hit the platelets — who changed? You did.
I wish you earthlings would hop up out my hood,
off the Moon you is not on, bitch — what's good?