Enough Gentlemen - Sinus Infection Lyrics

Your mom is wearing sandals two times her age
Sandals like handles I ball like LBJ
I wanna be president please call me sir
At least I'm not Javon Jaquevus, ay
I'm a young Mason Ramsey yes it's cool to be famous
Like my grandma no his grandma run my socials and I'm nameless
A few IG's but no I can't name them
Got a few n-passes but no that's so shameless
God has a plan for me
Not religious superstitious please don't slander me
From the Middle East tan knees, I make you leave
When I run this country please don't cancel me
Tired? No, I'm not tired
I admire all this fire, making vanities
I rhyme this verse that verse last verse making a big leap
Leapfrog I'm a dog save the manatees
So sick

Sinus infection got a sinus infection
Big boy flexing when I drive never texting
Sinus infection got a sinus infection
Life inspection when I pull up underdressing

Call me honey 'cause my vibe is sweet
Posted up, bikini bottom, sandy cheeks
Got my Crocs on and Nike elites
Dripping too much, from my head to my feet
Look; son of Greg, best remember the name
Went from the bottom now I'm up in fame
Go ask your teacher if she's heard of me
SC Johnson (A family company)
I'm the dark knight yeah I snap at fight night
Preach about the Lord and spread His light
I'm in New York I be flying a kite
But pretty soon you be saying goodnight
Put on old spice, Sharice D abolish ice
Put on old spice yeah vanquish that lice
When I pull up I drive a V8
You skrrt I skrrt; I own the estate
My mission one condition: no prohibition - that's my mission
My uncle's a magician and we're fishing
No restriction on Sharice D's jurisdiction
Shocking you, I'm electrician
Kabi really think they be thuggin' it
Bernt really isn't McLovin it
Take control and shoot your shot
Yes, madam, call me Sir Flex-a-lot
Got infection? Call up a doctor
I'm in charge you can call me the proctor
They call me Mexican, not Mexican't
I'm too good looking better hide your aunt
'Sential oils, yeah, my mom's the plug
Straight outta the hood, you can call me a thug
Take some notes 'cause this is fire you hear
This ain't slam poetry it's Shakespeare

Sinus infection got a sinus infection
Big boy flexing when I drive never texting
Sinus infection got a sinus infection
Life inspection when I pull up underdressing

I gotta lot of shooters and I got a lot of cousins
Oh, you got a couple homies? Well, I've got a baker's dozen
And I'm ballin' like Michael, I'm psycho when I go then I go
You fall off like pine cones and I flow like Geico
You got car insurance all your bar assurance, yeah you bought it
I hop in the whip just to flex on the Amish
Secure the bag, pipe it up like I'm Scottish
When I'm on the track I'm a train like I'm Thomas
I sleep thirteen hours a day
Whatchu wanna say
Every Friday during Lent? Catch me eating fish filet
913 is where I stay my fit got 50 shades of gray
And I'm gonna throw some hands next time I see a stingray
Steve Irwin still got shooters, I hope he's in heaven
I think I have powers, call me eleven
You won't know what hit you like it's star 67
Your mom should not have left you home alone Kevin