Super Smash Bros.

[Hook]
Super Smash Bros
Pass the thotties to my woes
Tired of this fucking money
So I cop designer clothes (ok!)
Super Smash Bros
Pass the thotties to my woes
Tired of this fucking money
So I cop designer, alright

[Verse 1]
Bitch these are rafs, why you calling them riff
They lovin the music they call it a gift
Turn up your speakers and smoke up spiff
You niggas be cheesy and just rap bout the chips
Where all your money?
It doesn't exist
All of you fakes and all of phonies
Zero suit Samus
Got bitches with 40s
Smokin the peaches, I'm geeking like cordy
Omg omg or oh my god
Watch how her jiggly puff up my cock
I Rayne on these niggas
I'm always on top
Call me the pac man
I always got pot
Play with a nigga you end up get rob
Ya'll niggas retired rap can't be yo job
Hoes gonna ask about wii
I'm tired of wiis, It's only bout me
And my
3ds yeah yeah 3ds X2 (pikachu!)
Pikachu with all of my goons
What you goin do when I run in your room
Fucking your mammy she lean on my broom X2

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Why you a hoe but be acting like bitch
Begging for collars and pleading for dick
She swallow like Kirby
Just look at the kicks
Rayne across Atlantic
You stay at your crib
Blowing the fire like Bowser
All of the gas, all of my raps
Use to cop vans
Now I'm rockin the rafs
Jmili pit you if you be a rat
You ain't no link nigga, more like a toon
Rapping bout shit
That you see on YouTube
Feeling like diddy I'm goin bananas
Fucking this bitch gotta get it on camera
Woah
Flat Tv screen, 1080p, all of my seed
Kinda obscene
She did it for green
Little she know
I can't pay for no hoes
I'd rather be home on the
N64 playin the
Super Smash Bros, playin the (yeah yeah)
Super Smash Bros (yeah)
(Super Smash Bros)
King Dede
Pppeachy get green like Luigi
Fly up to Fiji
Where niggas can't see me
You cannot compete me

[Outro]
Super Smash Bros
You know how it goes
Put the acid on her tongue
While I'm pouring all these fours