LAND OF THE FREAKS

I hop on a beat

Her body on fleek

My pockets obese

My partna gon' eat

My partna a G

Straight out the street

Home of the brave

Land of the freaks

I hop on a beat

Her body on fleek

My pockets obese

My partna gon' eat

My partna a G

Straight out the street

Home of the brave

Land of the freaks

Got so many cars, I'm like, "What I need the BM for?

Got so much money, I'm like, what I'm gon' pretend for?

Hundred-dollar bills with no mu'fucking billfold

And you know I'm kickin' shit, like a fuckin' field goal

Yeah, gold all on my pinky

Damn, gold all on my wrist

Yeah, gold all in my grill

Yeah, gold all on my chest

Yeah, I'm a misfit, dip-shit, fish sticks

Six whips times two

I'm cold, swine flu

Must I remind you, bitch, tell a ****

My bitch, she came with stiletto's, ****

My crew, we came with Berettas, ****

My car, it came with umbrellas, ****

Whoo! Put this shit on a capella

Head to toe in Donatella

****, know my old-school a motherfuckin' Panamera (Ah!)

Mine on me, so don't worry 'bout mine

I'm smokin' good vibes

Look at my eyes

I can't decide, how to describe

Your **** lookin' broke

I hope that shit a disguise, yeah

I hop on a beat

Her body on fleek

My pockets obese

My partna gon' eat

My partna a G

Straight out the street

Home of the brave

Land of the freaks

I hop on a beat

Her body on fleek

My pockets obese

My partna gon' eat

My partna a G

Straight out the street

Home of the brave

Land of the freaks

Back on my zodiac

You must be heavy on cognac

I gave you hunnid you told me it's seventy-five

Lil' bitch, I want me a quarter back (Woo!)

I am indulging in oysters (Oysters)

I bought my shorty a cluster

I come and rob a busta

Car came with everything except a butler, yeah

She pigeon-toed in them Christian's

Don't fuck with goofy ****, that's Disney

Always on my grizzley

Table in the back, picnic (Yeah)

Alka-Seltzer cold, your career steady fizzlin'

You gon' need four pair of Cartiers to see my vision

Okay, delivery at the dealership

Go so much, need a membership

My car knock-kneed, like Kenny Smith

And I'm signing off, no penmanship, yeah

I hop on a beat (Yeah, Yeah)

Her body on fleek

My pockets obese

My partna gon' eat

My partna a G

Straight out the street

Home of the brave

Land of the freaks

I hop on a beat

Her body on fleek

My pockets obese

My partna gon' eat

My partna a G

Straight out the street

Home of the brave

Land of the freaks