KROOLTY

[Intro]
Bitch!
Whut?
Yeah
It's ya' boy YoungGnaw, yo
Ey ey-ey-ey-ey

[Verse 1]
I just popped a dayquil
Off the shits, they call me hank hill
Mowin' grass and rakin' leaves in
Like it's paper, got the pesos
Gas me up like i'm propane
I'm so bionic, call me kano
Whoopin' ass, and that's insano
Bitch i'm deadly call me kratos (God damn)
On my god shit
Oh my god i'm nauseous
Gnaw please stop this
I'm vommin' like a marmot (eh)
I'm a fuckin martian
I'm a fuckin goblin
I'm tryna fuck the game
And get this money like a harlot (whu-whoo)
Stickin' to this fuckin' paper
Like a post-it note
I'm posted in the ocean
Makin' waves, that you'll be floatin' on
I'm boastin' like i'm toastin'
Golden chalices in palaces
And openin' a show for anybody (ey-ey-eyy)
But my chauffeurs
Uber everywhere
Lyftin' all my uber fares
Bum a carpool so i can
Fund the fuckin' kick and snare
Spittin' on the rode
So i can get my fuckin' writtens there
I didn't have the balls to spit it
But i found your missin' pair, yo

[Chorus]
Ey, who the best?
Who the best- that's meee! (that's me)
Who'd have thought
That i'd be so clean? (yuh)
Who the best?
Who the best- that's meee! (that's me)
Who'd have thought
That i'd be so clean? (ey-ey-ey-eyy)

[Verse 2]
Colder than everyone I'm articuno (whu)
Flier than pilots on b-52s (whu)
Bobbin' and weavin'
Bombin' 'em, leavin' 'em (whu)
Left in the ash of my enemies
Keepin' 'em back
Come in, I rock under pressure
No cracks
You spit a verse and they hittin' the sack
I get the mic and they gimme the bag
I am at half, mast!
Boy I'm dead
Said I came in for your fuckin' head
Enter with a mission
And I left with all your fuckin' bread
Slip in through the back door (ye)
Whatchu- whatchu mad for (ey)
Told you imma snatch your clout (ey)
I'm not a fuckin actor
Poppin' every rapper suckin'
Like an altoid (brr)
How come every rapper totin'
Dracos like they malfoy
How come every rapper
Soundin' like they fuckin' mouths full
Cuz I articulate it even when I'm
In my house fool
Y'all so lax with it
I might call you lay-z-boys
Sappin' all your energy
Declining on the ratings, royalties
Are cuttin' low
Like $1,000 v-necks
Claim your diamonds' wet
But you been faker than some e-sex
Bitch
Ya (ya-ya-ya)
Ey
(whoo, let's go)