Shangri La

[Intro]
(Hokatiwi)
Ayy, bitch
What the fuck
What the, what the fuck
Ayy

[Verse]
I'll leave him stone cold, tryna wrestle me
Hundred methods, feel like Rachael Ray, got the recipe
Got a punch, if it's online then I guess it's free
Let the K leave a O in him, tryna Tekken me
We'll swiss his ass for that cheese, leave a lot of holes
Lied to the hams under oath and I lie to hoes
Put that ten piece nugget up, boy, that's not a roll
What you make it 'bout six months, boy, I got it on
Dog Shit Militia, we got sticks, wе got pape', huh
Monkey nuts and banana clips, we somе apes, huh
Got the neck then I disappeared, now I'm fake, huh
Brodie running 'round off a Perc' with a ray gun
Huh, in the jungle like Shangri-La
I ain't even really turnt yet so don't hate me now
Got flick stick in the whip like it can't be mine
Said she ain't cheating with the GOAT? Boy, yo baby lying
Let me see a opp, he dying hard like he Bruce Willis
Thinking you a ape? Me and gang like to shoot 'rillas
Saying I'm her baby, I was thinking that she knew Skilla
I was riding 'round with big shots 'fore I knew Billups
Yeah, big shots, boy, them .45s
Acting niggas in the CIA, they play both sides
Knowing you ain't even got a whip, boy, you won't slide
Paint stepping with some blues on me like I'm [?]
It don't matter where the fuck I'm at, I got blicky tucked
Told her bend it over, back shots, got her kidney touched
Mickey in the chop, think I ride 'round with Disney+
Buffs tinted but I'm mean-mugging through the Fendi thrust
No cap, really in the lab, feel like Rick and Morty
Had to teach her how to speak English, lil' bitch imported
Bro can't even make a jump shot but his blicky scoring
Bitch thinking this a baecation but we giffy touring
And the gang caught him popping up like I'm State Farm
Walking-ass opps, you would think these niggas hate cars
Chains hang, we let sticks bang, tryna take ours
Lil' bitch on my balls hard, feel like JR
Ah, and the team full of all-stars
Gotta know I'm coming Nike techs when this fall start
I'll swing a stick and knock his ass out the ballpark
In the mall, pockets fat as hell, feel like Paul Blart
Yeah, I be in the mall more than the mannequins
Last name "Spicetalker", first name "Stanakin"
Throw some peanut butter at the reader, I been jamming it
Bread in both sides of the Amiris, I done sandwiched it
Ah, you gotta know that a bag around
Pants tight as shit, twenty ball got me sagging now
What the fuck? I just DC'd, gotta cash it now
Saying this and that, yeah, alright, Mister Cap And Gown
All this damn cap got me thinking niggas graduated
Woke up waiting on a package, my ass impatient
Thought he had the hands, yeah, alright, now his ass a patient
Stan Ali, yeah, I'm knowing my ass the greatest
Like, I got GOAT DNA, huh
Yeah, got a whole lot of pape'
Yeah, got a whole lot of pape', huh
Yeah, we got a lot of Dracs, ayy

[Outro]
Huh, yeah, yeah, we got a whole of pape', huh
Yeah, ShittyBoyz