Electroconvulsive Therapy (feat. Mike Twiss & B.P.) Video (MV)

Aye, I'm servin' Gravy on the side
(Splash)
Consequently time for an
Ethereal ride
(Mr. Clean)
I go green thot, mean thot
Sippin' on the lean thot
Yellow thot, mellow thot
Shake that ass like Jello thot
Black thot, white thot
Catch me at da Wingstop
Keep it on the low
5-0 think it's a Big Lots
Booty so big she couldn't
Fit it in an RV
Big shots at the dome
Like the man Lee Harvey

Hah
I'm a genie these bitches love me
Girl let me tell you how to see me
I'll give you three wishes if you rub my weenie
You lookin' good in a string bikini
Things are gettin' steamy
I call her sweetie and make her think
She can keep me
Shit thot, the truth is
I'm a little bit ruthless
Beatin' pussy up
And it's covered in bruises
And as soon as I'm done bitch, you're useless
Don't try to act clueless
You know exactly what you is
Tou just a thot
Open up like ah
Then I bust a nut
All up in her jaw
She slurp it up
Now get the f*ck out, hurry up
There's more chicks lined up for my dic
It's like a jury, huh
Leave the scene clean, Mr. Clean but cleaner
Ay
I could book a girl a better flight
Told her I'mma alpha she my beta day
I'm taking her to get a bite
F*ck it maybe kick it wit Zettabyte
Then end the night
I told her I gotta f*ck before I data
Like megabytes, uh
Red thot, blue thot, white thot
Black thot, this thot, that thot
Skinny thot, fat thot
Crazy thoughts convulsive therapy it's like a Max shock
Tell that chick to get up over here and take this black, ay

Aye, I'm servin' Gravy on the side
(Splash)
Consequently time for an
Ethereal ride
(Mr. Clean)
I go green thot, mean thot
Sippin' on the lean thot
Yellow thot, mellow thot
Shake that ass like Jello thot
Black thot, white thot
Catch me at da Wingstop
Keep it on the low
5-0 think it's a Big Lots
Booty so big she couldn't
Fit it in an RV
Big shots at the dome
Like the man Lee Harvey

I call that thot my clavicle
'Cause I collarbone
She's kinda like Kevin McCallister
Home Alone
Aye yo Thiccsimmons tryna get
That Zettapipe
(Aye)
You know I come and scratch that itch
She fantasize
(Aye)
I got this thotty from India
Let me in to ya
I got this hottie akin to ya
Imma sin for ya
Oh Zettabyte
He's as good as he looks
He takes a step in the studio
Shuts the door and he cooks
(Oh my)
My rap is simply a symphony
Of similes
But I have the mettle for
Some metaphors
(Oh)
I'm a dimmer switch
Locked at the top
I'm always on
(Hot, hot)
The grind's real like
Chris' bloody nose it don't
(Stop, stop)
My malignity has turned out
To be quite the amenity
It is the remedy to all serenity
(Aye)
Some call it extremity but
But it's just solemnity
Imma continue pushing toward
Any indemnity
(Yeah)