Häagen-Dazs

[Verse 1: Callon B]
Yeah, I'm off the handle got vodka in my tropicana
I'm often manic, so that is how I gotta manage
These rappers all for glamour, softer than a cocker spaniel
I'm swiping channels while I'm steady dodging propaganda
Miss me with the drama, hand a blunt off to my partner, uh
We politicking often 'bout the cream like it was Häagen-Dazs
My bitch gothic, we shopping at hot topic
For long stockings that I can rip off her, bitch, I'mma
Top shotta, pop a special K Lozenge
I'mma featherweight godsend, and you just delay progress
I'm onto rocket, all my riders on a mission
These heightened senses are helping me write the fliest sentence
Mind your business, I don't like you in it, bitch, what you thought it was?
You had a solid run, now I'm finna turn it all to dust
King B arbiter, I CC all of ya
You wilding for some followers, the gimmicks are preposterous

[Chorus: Callon B]
Comparing me to this, you comparing me to that
But one thing that you can't say is I'm wack
One thing that you won't take is my bag
Don't be the one that I put in this pack

[Verse 2: Shwabadi]
Don't be a dope, and don't be a dummy
Don't try to come between me and my money
No, it ain't jokes, but, oh, he's so funny
So style is so cold, my nose, it go runny, I'm
Too tired, I'm BMXing, still hitting tricks
Kleptomaniac, if it's corporate, then I'm hitting licks
Hidden fist, aim it at his fitted frigging spin his shit
That boy gonna sing a sweet melody, he got little mixed
Give 'em the gift of gab, and they think that they god's gift
Y'all don't deserve an ego always thinking you're hot shit
They talk about locking in, but I'm known to carry lockpicks
When it comes to money y'all can't picture Mo like profits
Alayhi as-Salām, they know Badi the man
No better in the booth than the British bear, it's matter of fact
I'm adamant, I'm the first and foremost like Adam be damned
Clambering ranks, hand over hand, now I'm fanning the bands
I don't mean to flex again, I'm just too damn great at this
I know y'all ain't serious 'bout music, you just take the piss
Need a shot of vodka, something stronger, I should drain a fifth
Give me another year, I might really start to hate this shit (eugh)

[Chorus: Shwabadi]
Comparing me to this, you comparing me to that
But one thing that you can't say is I'm wack
One thing that you won't take is my bag
Don't be the one that I put in this pack, bitch