THE FBI HAS A CRUSH ON ME

[Intro]
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder (We-we love you, Eryxse, aha) what you are
Up above the w—

[Chorus]
I don't hear no talking 'cause I be up on my dummy shit
Glocky fully auto, sprayed a hundred, that's a hundred clip
Blues with rubber bands on my lap, and my racks be dummy thick
Brodie try talk up onside the net, he on some funny shit
Hit from the back and I make it clap, I'm on my loving shit

[Verse 1]
My Glock Robitussin, it put you to sleep
Feel like combustion, I blow up the beat
Feel I'm Russian, I blow up the scene
Answer lil' mama like, "Fuck do you need?
Fuck do you want, I'm just counting my green
My hand on my 'Retta, my hand do her better
I'm fucking yo' main and I'm getting her wetter
Like, keep it together, I'm cold like the weather
He talking that shit but he soft like a feather
I open the Snap, get her read like a letter
Man, fuck this, fuck you, I don't give a fuck, dude
If you tryin' to fight, I hit yo' block up with a one-two
Feel like a lighter, I'm getting so lit
Turn her around, then I give her the dick
Feel like I'm Batman, I save her then dip
Ruger my hip, got a beam on the stick
Fully attached, he get hit like a lick
I ain't gon' talk but I'll do it again
Forty-five hollows that stay in the FN

[Chorus]
I don't hear no talking 'cause I be up on my dummy shit
Glocky fully auto, sprayed a hundred, that's a hundred clip
Blues with rubber bands on my lap, and my racks be dummy thick
Brodie try talk up onside the net, he on some funny shit
Hit from the back and I make it clap, I'm on my loving shit

[Verse 2]
Asian lil' bitch, I'ma call her "Malaysian"
I stay with the Haitian, they always stay hating
I'm smoking Jamaican, I'm smoking the gas
Brodie wan' talk, he put in the pack
Puff, puff, pass
Hand on her ass, I'ma hit, do the dash
Roll up a blunt, leave you smoking the ash
Sucking the tip like her last name was Kaash
I am menace like my name Dennis
Pass 'em a brick like I'm playing in tennis
Shoot like a Laker, I'm playing a scrimmage
I'm playing her heart 'cause she fucking my image
Hit with a rubber, I leave undercover
I hit it in mission, I stay undercover
I hit it, diminish, I'm still undercover
Damn, damn, like, damn, I hit again
What you doing? Who yo' mans?
More than likely he a fan, if he not, we can fan
I beat a bitch like "Kan"
Sipping on dro out the can, wait

[Chorus]
I don't hear no talking 'cause I be up on my dummy shit
Glocky fully auto, sprayed a hundred, that's a hundred clip
Blues with rubber bands on my lap, and my racks be dummy thick
Brodie try talk up onside the net, he on some funny shit
Hit from the back and I make it clap, I'm on my loving shit