hey! cool bike (feat. Sluds)
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Pull a mulligan
Curb stomping republicans
Posted in the closet like I'm James P. Sullivan
I got your hoe again
Posted in my home again
That last line was directed at Matt Walsh's wife
I put a hit out on your life
I got a seltzer on my nightstand
Allergy pills, wash 'em down with some iced tea
I don't do my taxes, I'm too busy playing Mario Kart Wii
I got myself a bag of ruffles
It's cheddar and sour cream flavored
Bitch I should be going for a run today
But I'm lazy so I'll save that shit for later
Uh, yeah
Hit the brakes
Yeah I'm hopping in the VC and I'm
Rolling into class and I'm 30 minutes late
I'm feeling great
Spend a year and a couple more months on this tape
Fuck a vampire and hit him in the chest with a stake
I'm fucking crying
These bitches wildin'
I keep losing track of all the DoorDash that I be buying
I got an NFT with rabies, that boy bouta get violent
If money talks, then you know my ass is 'bouta be-
Your nickname is bike, but I call your ass bichael
I run over your head with my pink motorcycle
Shoot you in your head, no chance of survival
Yeah my money stacking in a tower like it's Eiffel
I play Jenga with hundreds of thousands of dollars
Your bitch will go crazy in my- crazy in my bed she is bonkers
Colonize the moon every crater I will conquer
I kick your head into the wall like it's soccer
Yeah bitch, I will take your damn heart out with tweezers
I might catch you lacking while you're listening to Weezer
Play my music for your grandma and she has a seizure
To this day I'd still fuck like 3 of my teachers
Shooting lasers yeah we turn you to fried human
I been making billions of dollars, feel like Mark Cuban
I am way better than you, it has been proven
I spit all over your food it has been ruined
If you run up on me, I will kill you brutally
I been buying new cars and bright jewelry
I been writing smarter lines and you just write stupidly
My bank account is larger than yours, say it truthfully
Yeah
I'm two hours behind
I got a lot on my mind
You can send me a message
If you feel so inclined
I got
Four classes I can't pay attention in
A week behind I was trying to transfer to another school
I'm shifting my plans around the work that I can't do
Sometimes I lack the motivation to go and get some food
Sooner or later people get bored with offering sympathy
First couple times a few will respond but after a while why bother
I know I wouldn't bother
Curb stomping republicans
Posted in the closet like I'm James P. Sullivan
I got your hoe again
Posted in my home again
That last line was directed at Matt Walsh's wife
I put a hit out on your life
I got a seltzer on my nightstand
Allergy pills, wash 'em down with some iced tea
I don't do my taxes, I'm too busy playing Mario Kart Wii
I got myself a bag of ruffles
It's cheddar and sour cream flavored
Bitch I should be going for a run today
But I'm lazy so I'll save that shit for later
Uh, yeah
Hit the brakes
Yeah I'm hopping in the VC and I'm
Rolling into class and I'm 30 minutes late
I'm feeling great
Spend a year and a couple more months on this tape
Fuck a vampire and hit him in the chest with a stake
I'm fucking crying
These bitches wildin'
I keep losing track of all the DoorDash that I be buying
I got an NFT with rabies, that boy bouta get violent
If money talks, then you know my ass is 'bouta be-
Your nickname is bike, but I call your ass bichael
I run over your head with my pink motorcycle
Shoot you in your head, no chance of survival
Yeah my money stacking in a tower like it's Eiffel
I play Jenga with hundreds of thousands of dollars
Your bitch will go crazy in my- crazy in my bed she is bonkers
Colonize the moon every crater I will conquer
I kick your head into the wall like it's soccer
Yeah bitch, I will take your damn heart out with tweezers
I might catch you lacking while you're listening to Weezer
Play my music for your grandma and she has a seizure
To this day I'd still fuck like 3 of my teachers
Shooting lasers yeah we turn you to fried human
I been making billions of dollars, feel like Mark Cuban
I am way better than you, it has been proven
I spit all over your food it has been ruined
If you run up on me, I will kill you brutally
I been buying new cars and bright jewelry
I been writing smarter lines and you just write stupidly
My bank account is larger than yours, say it truthfully
Yeah
I'm two hours behind
I got a lot on my mind
You can send me a message
If you feel so inclined
I got
Four classes I can't pay attention in
A week behind I was trying to transfer to another school
I'm shifting my plans around the work that I can't do
Sometimes I lack the motivation to go and get some food
Sooner or later people get bored with offering sympathy
First couple times a few will respond but after a while why bother
I know I wouldn't bother