Beanbag

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it's the candy man, coming for your bitch like woooh!
Spook your mans, when I go Transatlantic in my banana hammock
180 bands, yeah, that’s a panoramic
Got her pulling down her pants, popping sexy stances
Punk type tats with the manic panic
I hit it and fly away on some Peter Pan shit
Then tell her I'm martian from a different planet
No time for playing games, man this ain't no gambit
Flying on my carpet, hope I stick the landin’
Not Teddy Fresh, bitch I'm Ted Danson
I got ten tickets in Luigi's Mansion
I'm a heavyweight like Mountain from Game of Thrones
And I'm steady on the route to being paid in full
Drinking Henny on the couch, in a state of focus
They got reasonable doubt, well I’m fairly suspicious
And a whole lotta clarity and vision
If you couldn’t tell by now, I'm just so very gifted (Merry Xmas)
Could’ve seen it coming from a mile away
But instead, you got it twisted like a pile of string

[Hook]
Shia LaBeouf, how I do it, aye!
Eye on the prize, it ain't moving, nah
Shia LaBeouf, how I do it, aye!
Eye on the prize, it ain't moving, ugh

[Verse 2]
You can call me a franco-phile 'cause Parisian girls really move me
It’s a gourmet sound that I bring, coulda thought I was cooking up all these raps in a sous vide
Ugh, and I don’t give a fuck what the naysayers say, they can hate all day, it ain't new to me (For real)
Yeah, I'm gonna stunt the only way I know how, is to be myself, truthfully
Pulling out the rug from underneath all of these lames 'cause they all sound the same like a Future feature
I don’t wanna say resting bitch face but instead, say a rest in peace to your rude demeanor
At home with the slickness, I might roll up with your missus, you might miss us
Aye, get bread like a biscuit, so sick the way I spit this, they in disgust
At home with the sickness, I might roll up with your missus, you might miss us
Ugh, getting down like a discotheque, yeah, we lit as fuck, no need to discuss
Yo, I ain't really fucking with no lames, no, y’all could benefit from having taste, ugh
All theses sad boys really starting to sound the same, personality is just a vocal chain
You’re a tadpole, and I’m a frog in the lake
Shouts out to buff frog, the fathers can relate