Talkin Stupendous

[Intro: J1Hunnit]
(Oh yeah, FatMike)
1Hunnit
Come on

[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
When I put these Ricks on, I feel like Calvin, I can jump higher
A nigga reached for my chain then met gunfire (Blrrt)
Catch a weenie-ass nigga and start a campfire
She cuff balls and spit for me like an umpire
She in here gaggin' on the dick until her throat tired
I can make a bitch commit adultery from the church choir
The preacher know how to turn sinner 'cause I'm a great liar
It take sunlight and garlic just to kill me, I'm a vampire
Chanel 'fit, I'm sharp enough to cut barbed wire
I feel like John Garnett, you niggas esquire
Come and have dinner at my crib and leave inspired
Got a Picasso on the wall that you can admire
I used to be a drug dealer, now I'm an art buyer
We turn cups indigo, the pape' sapphire
If you ain't got a dub for my performance, then don't inquire
I'm finna mount a sentry gun on top the TRX
Was countin' dog shit, I started growlin' like I'm DMX (Grrr)
I throw 'bows and strong arm, I should flex the pecs
I'm pourin' Trish with my mud buddies, we talk bags and checks
I don't pay this bitch bills, we just havin' sex
You gotta be half giraffe if we neck and neck
She ain't a fairy, she Fiona, you must be Shrek
I seen the type of hoes you hit and I lost respect
The smoke all up in the room, then Diddy freak offs
We can go case for case, nigga, and have a sell-off
Leave a nigga ass backwards like Kris Kross
A nigga tried to run from that button and knocked cheek off

[Interlude]
You want some Kool-Aid?
Bring him two glasses of Kool-Aid
Grape or raid?
Red

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Tss
Tuh
Ha
Ha
Tss, ayy
Yeah, boyfriend pimpin'-ass nigga mad his ho hoeing, huh
She say she hate your trickin'-ass, I told her prolong it
Milk every dollar out that geek, I need that grey sweater
Since I know the feds dick suckin', I've been way fresher
With your bitch, got her weave bowing like she Mayweather
When that one thing slip out, I ain't no straight better, huh
I'm on FanDuel juggin' an NBA or NFL
These niggas just gettin' hip, they got a BBL
I know you wanna see me fail, but you a burger, Ken and Kel
I keep gettin' chompies off these words like I'm KeKe's bail
She wanna hang with a P, call her Tinker Bell
Told that bitch to get to truckin', she got her CDLs
Ho, you is not my other bitch, don't call me by my government
Your ex'd have no game, that nigga on punishment
Shot a tough nigga and he died, that was puzzling
I might go to Hell, I'm happy 'cause my ex-bitch struggling
Ayy, give me top by nuttin', bitch, I don't want Filet-O-Fish
I'm on Six Mile and Guffton, public ass and takin' pics
You don't like how low my fuckin' chain hang, then take it then
Well known for takin' off my belt, I feel like Jaden Smith