Clark Fent

(Enrgy made this one) (Nyah) Bitch I'm the obvious favorite I hope you put me on your best slip (I came a long way from underdog) Finally hit his ho I went and scratched that pussy off the checklist (He gon' be sick when he figure out I did that) Brodie on a blitz, like, all he need's a fully and a Tech fit Man With sixteen zero six and how the fuck I end up rookie and a vet' Bitch? Unky pickin' up some pounds, you would've thought he deadlift Got her heart on lock, I call that cardiac arrest Had to go and hit Revive, it ain't no Marni at the 'Set How the fuck I'm good at math when I can hardly pass a test? Musty hoes shakin' ass, I know that party had a stench You ain't in my league 'til you accumulate a billion streams When I'm sleep, I'm thinkin' 'bout them billions It was million dreams Shooter out in public with some shit, make a civilian scream All the 'Woods I blew, they probably had to cut a trillion leaves Must ain't get the memo, doggie still be twistin' 'rillos Cuz addicted to the drank, don't give a fuck, 'll sip some yellow Entire family ball, you'd probably think the kid LaMelo Faked me out like he was solid, I'ma call him Mr. Jello Have my white boy on the hunt, he got his shotty from Cabelas Got a bunny on the run, we sendin' Oxys out with Emma They done shadowbanned my 'Gram, like Someone lock me in with Meta Fuck around and charge a ho, she tryna top me in the Tesla Half-man, half-GOAT, I guess that I'm a Tumnus Fuckers tried to flick me on the 6, I hit a right on Runyon Tell a ho, "You know I'm heartless, I don't even cry from onions" Bag him up just like some chips, the Drakey leave him like a Funyun Doggy bone a pussy, that ain't zotti, it's some catnip Skatin' 'round they block, if I catch three, then that's a hattrick Shit, I came from swipe, swipe, my pockets, they on Fat Nick 12 just flicked me with a brick, like, "Why you think a Black lit?" Only time that dude be shinin' when he in his man's kit Headin' back from Minnesota, thumbin' on the Blatnik You would think the junkie buyin' sweaters, coppin' half zips Your bitch rubbed my dick across her lips just like some ChapStick Bullets with the red tips look like some Carmex Click the button, lift him up, we did him like an armrest Hype boy, shit, the drip, this ain't from Farfetch Fiend think he Superman off oowops, he Clark Fent You earn your stripes from being solid, this ain't eight-ball Knock her out the park, then I head home, but this ain't baseball Stingy with that wood, I pull up Fah-fah-fah-fah, and face y'all (Phew) Lyin' to the hoes, but I could never when I make songs Short temper, it don't correlate with how my pape' long Neighbors know my name 'cause, bitch I'm famous, I ain't Trey Songz Shootin' out some tracers, I ain't got the time to chase y'all ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cams, you know? Live from the Lab Ain't shit change Same shit, different day, you know? Hey, hey Trip, Enrgy Shh, nyah