Soopa 17

What’ll happen
When they take away
The nigga’s Internet?

Flow game on FCC
Been Ajit since a jit

I’m a Jetson
Why you Frederick
Flinstoning these chicks?

Crunch em like vitamins
Vicodins like some
Dinner mints?
(Really?)

Talking to stacks at the moment
So leave a message

The guap’s
Attached to my temper
Keep taking them cash advances

Question:
How does a mumble rapper
Crowd surf with four people?

You put him in a box
In cathedrals
With white steeples

You pop mollies
Your non-sеquiturs
Ain’t peaking

I pop uppers
I write еssays
I date demons

I pop Ollies
I slap goofies
I hurt feelings

I’m mad reckless
The cash came in
Through God’s teachings

I’m the gap between ‘people of color’
And ‘colored people’

My kindness sinister
Cruel wonderful
Nice evil

You half-bakin
You half-assin
You half-decent

I’m Rand Savage
My crop cream
And my socks preme shit

You don’t
Want it in the deadstocks
My nigga
You might
Crease em

The watch analog
No time for these demons

Got the hands up
Midnight blue in the color scheming

Matter fact...

The seasons changed
Ain’t seen the same nookie

I bust that Casper slide
Inside her teeth, see

BBC on the hoodie
No room for A Boogie

I’m chillin on the edge of the
Vert so don’t push me

I got drops on the hook
Cause I’m good g

You claim you pro
My team don’t play rookies

You tripping some fierce
I’ll call you my bookie

Never been the nigga
To trip over burnt cookies

You sent her three texts
And now you look sooky

Matter fact...

You right swipe, match
Text first, I’ll still ghost you

So what you bad?
Don’t even bump old school

Don’t care how many
Rappers you go through

Your name ain’t in the streets
Don’t act like I ought know you

You can’t match clothes
To save the whole global

Your shirt cost 300 bucks
I’ll still roast you

The wrist stay bent on boy n’em
I’m posted

I don’t throw no blows
It’s too easy

Foul game on technical
Slow mo
And replay

Matter fact

Fell flat on a chick in Vegas
I call it a Man-Delay

Chalk it up to the jet lag
Disregard what
She say

Skillet
BYB remain
Inside my replay

Cue game
Be on
B.Flay
You look
V stain

You know
I be
P nice
He no
Cliche

Caeaté
When the kiddie
On beat
Don’t speak ingles

Ataque del juego
Fuego every day
It’s a heatwave

It’s a way of life
Luchadores
Headlocking the flea, eh?

Two step on a juke beat
Pirouette
And hit a clié

My room is a theme park
Got a line
That splits three ways

Cause your grandmama
Ridin me
Like a trainer
On a cheat day

Matter fact

She like it
With the hypest kinda guys

All the female members
Chop it up like
Iron Chef Sakai
So Fly

How the wizard
Invokes ties
With the
Suit and tie regime
It’s a team
It’s a party
It’s a tribe

All wrapped into a cardigan
This is omnipartisan
Oughta know them roots
Or get knocked over
And fought again

Gwen Stefani
Tryna finish up my
Odds and ends

Then I zip and button
Ride past the clinic
And park again

I been hardened and tense
The dreads a bother
I’m like fuck it
Shave my whole head
So a Pushkar man can rub it

So relaxing
And refreshing
Cats’ll love it

I keep the government silent
They knew me
They’d probably want it

It’s the stylings of the
Unnerving machine
Super seventeen
Always dressed like Mr. Bean

One man corporation, shordie
No it’s not a scheme
But with the ease that I accrue it
You would think it wasn’t clean
Lil Kydd