Reservation

[Intro]

I got boys linin’ up for this dick
Linin’ up for this dick
Linin’ up for this dick
Linin’ up
I got boys linin’ up for this dick
Linin’ up for this dick
Linin’ up, linin’ up, linin’ up

[Hook]

Boys linin’ up for this dick; where’s your reservation
They campin’ outside of my house man that’s some dedication
They addicted to this dick like it’s their medication
I’m workin’ a sweat; they givin’ me brain
Call that physical education

Boys linin’ up for this dick, linin’ up for this dick
Check the Yelp reviews; my dick’s got a good reputation
Boys linin’ up for this dick, linin’ up for this dick, linin’ up
I guess you should've made a reservation

[Verse 1]

You wanna eat this dick, you need to book a reservation
I’m sippin’ champagne out that ass 'cause it’s a celebration
That ass designer; I'ma wear it on my face for decoration
Them bitches line up 'cause my bedroom the top destination

Uh, they linin’ up, linin’ up
My dick is fine as fuck; I got the Midas Touch
They heard that I give the best head
Now everybody and their daddy is signin’ up
I should call my tongue 'Black Friday' way these bitches linin’ up
If this song offends you, well, you need to lighten up

Not me, I stay lit like a headlamp
I ran the game so long got a leg cramp
Shittin’ on the haters, get a bedpan
Your boyfriend’s ass on my webcam
I got boys lined up like a drill sergeant
Fuck me wrong I'll put your face on a milk carton
Andy Warhol with the pen, I’m an ill artist
Your lines recycled but still garbage

Yeah, and I'ma take the trash out
If you's a bad bitch, lemme see you stick that ass out
Just keep that ass bouncin’
Me? I’ll keep on cash countin’
Boys linin’ up to ride my log and leave wet: Splash Mountain

[Hook]

Boys linin’ up for this dick; where’s your reservation
They campin’ outside of my house, man that’s some dedication
They addicted to this dick like it’s their medication
I’m workin’ a sweat; they givin’ me brain
Call that physical education

Boys linin’ up for this dick, linin’ up for this dick
Check the Yelp reviews; my dick’s got a good reputation
Boys linin’ up for this dick, linin’ up for this dick, linin’ up
I guess you should've made a reservation

[Verse 2]

You got reservations, great
No you mean hesitatin’, wait
Well, we don't gotta rush; my dick ain't got no expiration date
Let me know when you’re in the mood for anal penetration, kay?
'Cause I'ma pound that ass so hard you gon' need Preparation H

Back that ass up like a hard-drive
Back it up, back it up, archive
Divide them cheeks like a bar line
Touchin’ down your 50-yard line
That means the middle your waistline
Hands scalin’ lower your bass-line
So drunk we can’t walk in a straight line
I guess that makes this a gay line

How’m I spittin’ straight bars with these gay lines?
Gay hook, gay verse, gay bass line
I chase dimes, make rhymes, you waste time
Your boyfriend’s ass on my FaceTime

He blow on my pipe like he Sherlock
His hands on my wand, he a warlock
I’m a freak in the sheets, get the Clorox
Dick pure gold: Fort Knox
You wanna ride my water slide then hop inside
More drunk hoes lined up for this dick than the Cha-Cha Slide
When I go hard, got bitches gettin’ hard
So lemme slide inside that ass like a credit card
Slidin’ it, I’m ridin’ it
Eat that ass it’s my vitamin
Pop it like a Vicodin
I’m #1 like hydrogen
My dick is 5 stars if you need a good recommendation
If you want in my pants, better call in advance
And place a reservation

[Hook]

Boys linin’ up for this dick where’s yo reservation
They campin’ outside of my house man that’s some dedication
They addicted to this dick like it’s their medication
I’m workin’ a sweat; he givin’ me brain
Call that physical education

Boys linin’ up for this dick, linin’ up for this dick
Check the Yelp reviews; my dick’s got a good reputation
Boys linin’ up for this dick, linin’ up for this dick, linin’ up
I guess you should've made a reservation

[Bridge]

Uh, yo
I’m runnin’ the game
I’m stunnin’, I’m cunnin’
My brain is stuntin’
I’m fuckin’ insane
Don’t come in my lane
I’m gunnin’, I’m huntin’ for fame
I’ll push ya in front of the flames
Take the L; my letter grade A 'cause my head scarlet
Yes, the rug matches the drapes; my dick’s a red carpet

[Outro]

Black Friday tongue, red carpet dick
All the paparazzi waitin’ outside for a pic
Eat this red velvet ass; suck this red carpet dick
All the paparazzi want a lick