Carbonated Water

Dick gon' hurt her stomach

She gon' need a Tums (Ooh)

Plummeted from the solar

Put me on your gums

No, you can still get jacked like cactus

There's quarterneck stars on my necklace

I be on my South Park shit, smokin' the cat piss (Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke)

Rest in peace, X, that's vro, and we don't forget shit

That mean I shoot backwards (Bitch)

That mean I shoot

Yo, motherfucker I be blackin' out, be matchin' out

The color of my whips so beat, be blackin' out

A bundle to my money ain't really perpetual

These **** got no spine, we call 'em a vegetable

Your bitch call me tic-tac-toe, she get the X and O's

Hugs and kisses for when I tow my little boat

Look at the top of my head, horns grown, goat

Bill Nye the Science Guy, Fendi white lab coat

I'm a nicotine soldier, say, "Drinkin' cyanide"

Finger fuckin' my luck, fuck a four-leaf clover

Bent the world over, I'm ready to die tonight

Bad chicks at the ice that went on my shoulder

Carbonated water

**** been poppin' like a cherry Coke soda that is shook in October

Wonder what he told you to make you bend under pressure like the fucker was a folder

That mean I shoot backwards (Oh)

That mean I shoot (Oh, ok)

Slit the bitch on a ****, had to slaughter ****

**** makin' sounds like a otter tail in water

Why you try to hit me? Like I was a driver

Lucky things on me, **** learned to play Frogger

Yes I try to lick her, I'ma egg nog her

Try to kick it with her, Messi, no soccer

Spongebob pet, Gary, I'm a slimy motherfucker

Lookin' for a Fairly Odd mother, like my name Crocker

Green Goblin, no, the Grinch, stealin' out the stockings

Hotter than some chicken grease, the pot's stove, made from Crocker

Oh, the teeny bop, pull-up like a diaper on a toddler

Hit strong like a linebacker, Brian Urlacher

Uh, wizard, Harry Potter

I'm very conspicuous, maybe it's because that I'm the type to be a martyr

Death before dishonor, keep the blade on me

I'm the type to give the heebie-jeebies to the Holy Father

Like Davey Jones locker, wrist wetter than a fuckin' flounder

Can you pretty please pass me the tartar?

Where's authenticity, need to have order (Need to have it)

**** finessin' the swag, bag, yeah, you bought it

That mean I shoot backwards (Oh, what?)

That mean I shoot (Ok, water)

I'm a nicotine soldier, say, "Drinkin' cyanide"

Finger fuckin' my luck, fuck a four-leaf clover

Bent the world over, I'm ready to die tonight

Bad chicks at the ice that went on my shoulder

Carbonated water

**** been poppin' like a cherry Coke soda that is shook in October

Wonder what told you to make you bend under pressure like the fucker was a folder

Money my odor, sunsets, manifest

Must be something in the fuckin' Florida water

That mean I shoot backwards, backwards

That mean I shoot

Race, race-race