Lyrics

Harold!!!! That ninja is getting old!!!, drunk upside down in a barrel!!! Sleeping in his car what? Farrel!! Don’t need no quarrel, a little cold, ninja thinks he’s cold, getting a little bold, he’s got belly!!! Like Santa clause!!!, but he’s never got his music on pause, always blasting!!! Away the competition, with elevation, imagination, correlation, superstition like a police station, yeah fuck them cops, like em ops, black ops like call of duty, she’s got that booty, a little fruity, but she got that booty any ways her husband Kevin, he never plays, and he ain’t from heaven, cause he ain’t no saint like Andrew Tate, to work niggas always a little late, my ego niggas inflate, laid out on my lyrical slate, uhhh, I got my dog, spelt like dawg, cause he got that luck, What the fuck!!!!! Chucky thanks a lot, smoking weed in the parking lot, of the mind, what the fuck a little kind, I got that Picasso kinda mind, one a kind, my lyrical mind, and I need to travel back in time, to when they had coke in coke, call me the dope pope!!! cause I like to smoke!!!! It ain’t no joke, just a random ass bloke, my girls ass I poke, it’s not a joke, it goes down her throat, back on the fishing boat

(Girl raps) You both be so childish, even with weed attached to it like a seed
Yall both so lazy to where you can’t get what you need
So go cut some slack and go do your deeds

Yall can go rot in the sewers while I pop off on the stage, because baby I can dance all night and day

I show off my moves, sway my hips side to side, Yall don’t got the moves, so for you i decide

You both look like rats, even worser than that, you both look like aliens from Saturn and they don’t cut the slack.

you both have addictions with weed, it’s so annoying, I’d throw it into fire now that’s something I’d be enjoying.

Harold’s old self needs to stop being disappointing, and his ugly face is something I’d be enjoying.

I be the sober one, while yall both childish as hell, I’m gonna do just what I want I’m under my own spell