JELLYFISH

[Chorus]
Crash the whip into a ditch
I was movin' too fast in the sixth gear, now the
Blacked out tints smashed
Blacked out bitch in the passenger seat, weird
I don't member how we got here
Backtrack, check the mirror
Got a black mask on my face
And it seems like I shed a couple tears

[Bridge]
Does, he, look, like, a, bitch?
Tear this shit off it's already rippin' at the seams
Need some, air open up the car door at the scene
Pyoom, laser beams (Goose)
Duck duck my head down shit clipped by my еar

[Verse 1]
Davinci, libra, my Givenchy aroma from Paris
I smell like a fairy but skrong likе a ogre
O-ol' girl just woke up half her hair got smoked up, uh
Lemme get back to the story it's not over
So I, tippy-toe
We on an alien planet so there's no
Internet, silhouette, of a alien toe
Trip him up, or her I don't know
Slipped like slippy the toad
Bitch hand me the clip with the ammo
Bitch can you hear me hand me ammo not the banjo
Man I always choose the stupid hoes

[Chorus]
Crash the whip into a ditch
I was movin' too fast in the sixth gear, now the
Blacked out tints smashed
Blacked out bitch in the passenger seat, weird
I don't member how we got here
Backtrack, check the mirror
Got a black mask on my face and
Fuck that I'm done with the story here

[Verse 2]
If I'm up imma stick a golf club up up ya what 'cause you's a chump
Chain chomp, same rocks in my neckalace gliss
Say my name wrong you might catch this
Dick in ya mouth call up Allstate
My balls are in good hands, bitch
Stan Smiths wearin' ass bitch, hold up
Pants backwards I talk like this 'cause I'm rich
Been ballin' since I learned to piss
Kinda hurts holdin' boulders on my wrist
Foldin' money mindin' my business
I'm fuckin on my bitch
You work at 7-11 my IQ is in the top eleven percent
I can fuck your bitch in one second
I can spend so much money I cause the great depression
I, I fucked a jellyfish now my dick fluorescent

[Verse 3]
Ogre
O-ol' girl just woke up half her hair got smoked up, uh
Lemme get back to the story it's not over
So I, tippy-toe
We on an alien planet so there's no
Internet, silhouette, of a alien-alien toe
(Wake yo punk ass up) Trip him up, or her I don't know
Slipped like slippy the toad
Bitch hand me the clip with the ammo
Bitch can you hear me hand me ammo not the banjo
Man I always choose the stupid hoes
Crash, cra-a-a