SO SLICK!

[Chorus]
I miss Pop Smoke I need my Dior
She do me dirty, I’m down bad like Eeyore
Saint the Creator I ain’t talking bout no Igor
Raps so dirty, mad stank like a street whore
Slick Rick said “treat em like a prosty” (Treat ‘em like a prosty!)
Slim thick chick, probably tastes like coffee (Tastes like coffee!)
So slick, boy, these J’s so costly (They so costly!)
Heard the boy cough, Yeah he need to get up off me (Get up off me!)

[Verse 1]
Oh gosh, he pulled up in the lacostes
So froze he will hit em with hockey
Still getting them thots, he will get in the nani
Chill before I get oddly thrilled to hit your body
Bills hitting deposit, chills up in the pocket
Fills up to the nonsense, Builds like it’s a complex
Don’t check my swag won’t cop this
Don’t think my brain no contents
I was down bad as a boy, now I’m worse off
I used to think I was a nerd and a jerk off
Now I’m first off whenever niggas be talking
Chatting about who the boss
And thinking about who’s the awesomest
Optimus prime when I’m walking
She wanna argue I press mute no talking
No face, no case, no comments
Call my vatos, need my opps checked
She want me fast, run it like a motorbike
Beat on your ass, something like its Dolemite
Please don’t bleep that, turn it up, Holy Christ
Pour it up with the ice
Run it up for a price
If I’m a bitch then I’m a bad bitch
Recognize
Rap fast, I really be setting record time

[Verse 2]
Bitch I feel like Carson Wentz
And if you niggas wanna talk, I’ll off your pet
I feel like trippin all day you the opposite
She thinks I’m sexy, why she wanna state the obvious?
Laughing
To the
Bank like I’m Joker
Stackin’
Paper
Wallet still look like a folder (Uh!)

[Chorus]
I miss Pop Smoke I need my dior
She do me dirty, I’m down bad like Eeyore
Saint the Creator I ain’t talking bout no Igor
Raps so dirty, mad stank like a street whore
Slick Rick said “treat em like a prosty” (Treat ‘em like a prosty!)
Slim thick chick, probably tastes like coffee (Tastes like coffee!)
So slick, boy, these J’s so costly (They so costly!)
Heard the boy cough, Yeah he need to get up off me (Get up off me!)

[Outro]
Oh gosh, he pulled up in the lacostes
So froze he will hit em with hockey
Still getting them thots, he will get in the nani
Chill before I get oddly thrilled to hit your body
Bills hitting deposit, chills up in the pocket
Fills up to the nonsense, Builds like it’s a complex
Don’t check my swag won’t cop this
Don’t think my brain no contents