Ransom

That's a party foul, that's a and one
Bitch you back it up while I’m dancing
Talking bout my face like “Hey Handsome”
I got Gemini in Venus, give my hands something
Ay give my hands love, I can’t command some
Imma hold that thing here like it was ransom
Put this stick up to your face like it’s a handgun
It be the best thing that you taste I’m Gordon Ram’s son
And I ain’t playing with no races this a marathon
Tiananmen, I’ll tap your tank like an aquarium
Like really tho, I’ll rage at any gave scenario
That Kodak flash, I just Black out, they be like There He Go
Your future wife probably inspired Dippy Dippy III
We at rock bottom talking ?? Ho no you can’t spit with me
They always ask mе why I’m talking so explicitly
I just don’t know, it’s kinda weird since you ain’t shit to mе

That's a party foul, that's a and one
Bitch you back it up while I’m dancing
Talking bout my face like “Hey Handsome”
I got Gemini in Venus, give my hands something
On top a rocket ship, check this moon landing
But I get worried every night you can’t command Sun
Can't solely assume it’s always what it damn was
Don’t lack comprehension skills and understanding
Imma word bender, don’t say I’m too lyrical
Don’t bump outside your budget I’ll burn down any type of stereo
Acting like you’re Wales royalty, but they just a Dirty D
Future wife probably gonna make me write my version of Billie Jean

That's a party foul, that's a and one
Bitch you back it up while I’m dancing
Talking bout my face like “Hey Handsome”
I got Gemini in Venus, give my hands something