Yo
Uh huh
C'mon
Hop yo little millennial ass down yo
You look like a f*ckin clown
If I gotta live another day that's as monotonous
I'll find another way that I know is not this
I'll throw a quarter-inch wrench in that plan
Yo I think I have a problem with the f*ckin man
I'm off the clock and on a gram yo
I'm off and on again
Livin in the fast lane I ain't gonna stop
Yo I'm pushin' this shit all the way to the top
I need the people of the club
Tell a mothaf*cka what's up
Strolling through the night with a rillo rolled tight
And the blue lights chasin' I was in for a night
They wanna lock a mothaf*cka in a brig
With his demons let 'em see him for the man that he really is
I had a boomer tell me this
I had another tell me that
And a mothaf*cka in my grill
Try to tell me to
Hop my little millennial ass down
He said ya lookin' like a bad meme
Ya f*ckin clown
I might not have a lotta meat on my bones
But I pack enough heat to keep the cops on the phone
I'm skim milk yo
I'm lean and I'm mean
Ya gotta note that I'm a murderin' machine
I had a boomer tell me this
I had another tell me that
I had a mothaf*cka in my grill
Try to tell my to
Hop my little millennial ass down
He said ya look like a bad meme
Ya f*ckin clown