Bruh...

Bruh, bruh, bruh

LD, aka Stem Cells

Everybody know the cat like a dope meme

I got 'em buzzin' off the crack like a dope fiend

They saw 'em come up with a Mac, yeah, I'm so Steve

Nowadays, bitches tryna crack, got 'em ODing

Like, how them hoes wanna get it with L?

They know it's cold enough to charge, like a letterman sale

If they gon' stand behind the bars, I'm in federal jail

I'm goin' far like a general mail

On that note, I got the fellas sayin' "What up", the tape, what up?

The same motherfucker playin' with his steak cut up

I'm great, shut up, the flowin', no debate, just us

I'm out of shape, but I'm straight to fuck

Yeah, you know I got a chicken in the condo

I was sick of gettin' off-beat, she a bongo

Now she playin' with the hard D, bein' Rondo

Drunk and go inside her all sweet like Strongbow, how I'ma do

I got your ex comin' next like a W do

I gotta flex, I'm the best, now I'm bein' direct

I'm unimpressed by these bitches that I see in the press

I'm kinda' vexed by the trash like I'm cleanin' a mess

'Cause they as real as when they rap as a Chia's a pet

They old news, stocks plummet, men's leg hair, they ain't cut it

Forget about your era, Pat Summitt

Finesse writtens

I wanna get a hundred bitches and fuck with the spittin'

Religious like a couple of post-marital Christians

I've been official, Dick Bevetta a livin'

You better dig it like you bitches got a mill in the ditch

I'm killin' this shit, I been kickin' like a villainous ninja

My shit is grippin' when I run it, how the fuck I be slippin'?

I be intimate with them hoes, she never flummoxed

I take chick, pee, and smash, I call it hummus

And I be funny with this shit, I'm just playin'

But still nobody fuckin' with the kid, I'm just sayin'

I got a chicken parm on a date, it seem

But I don't even know the broad, she just gratin' the cheese

I don't even got a job, I just blaze and free

But still, they give the boy bands, 98 Degrees

So come fuck with me

I got a couple hundred bitches doin' drugs with me

And I got a couple dozen bitches tryna hug Dicky

And I got a couple bitches who be steady fuckin' me

Hey, that's a good-ass life

Only thing I got left, find a good-ass wife

But yo, I gotta hit these hoes first, don't tell Mom

But in a year, I'ma bend over Michelle Obama

Bruh, you know I gotta do it while I'm hot

I'm tryna get blew in most states, like Barack

I'm tryna show a boo the last name of the Rock

And put her on D till we O, J Watt

I never hit the scene, when I do, I'm high and wasted

I'm fuckin' with them jeans, love them bitches high waisted

I run around your team, you a player, but I'm Naismith

And I command V, while you copy, I just paste it, face it

Hotel got 'em puffin' on the L, goin' harder than some hail

You ain't knew it

If everybody had to tell the truth, then you had to pick a dude

Spittin' better than your dude, can't do it

Tellin' me, damn, you got bitches, damn, you got hoes

Damn, you got money, but damn, I got flow

Damn, you got riches, damn, you got clothes

Damn, you got honeys but damn, I got soul, hold up

The shit I'm makin's always tight, it's like a yoga store

They all up in the other boat, it's why I'm overboard

I'm takin' time to do it right, it's like a soda pour

'Cause we ain't lovin' all you bitches like we spoken for

I been packin' the band wagon, the man crackin'

The man packin' the strands, had them clappin' they hands

Taggin' they grams, Manhattan was ham

Slappin' the fans, playin' havin' the plan

Fans rappin' the jams, saggin' my pants

You see the type of shit I do on the track?

Hot shit, like I poop in the jacket

Won't mack your bitch, but yo, I'm 'bout to come and mack your clique

Your whole friend group fuckin' with Dick (No hetero)

I yawn when I hear these motherfuckers on the radio

They ball all retarded, Cuba Gooding up in Radio

I long for the moment I can say that's not debatable

I'm past that, I wonder who appreciate it like a Snapchat

Aflac, duck the dude, I'm goin' hard for the grind, but I tuck this move

I made war with the rhymes, motherfuck your crew

These bitches goin' Adolf, tryna fuck this Jew

I'm too nice, like a motherfucker that fell in love with a boo twice

As in double as fuckable as he was and dude tries

To be subtle and get her cuddling

Venting her troubles and getting her truffles

And endin' up befuddled when she don't fuck him

And someone tell him, "Listen you buggin'

She never fuckin' a pedestrian muggle like you

So why all the trouble?"

But he rebuttal with, "I think I just love her, so I would shudder

At the thought of bein' anything other than nice"

Heat bang like I caught a body

It wasn't even deep, dang, shit is still a hobby

It's two bad bitches sleepin' on me, threesome

'Cause now these bitches want to help, but he don't need none

I'm all time, like the Wall at the Bank

You've no shot, like you drawin' a blank

Honestly, you probably couldn't hang, man, I've been drawin' a blank

Givin' you lines while you sittin' there and drawin' a blank

So go in the rink, chillin' like it's dough in the bank

And I'm flowin' danker than a grower in Napa

Growin' the stankest cannabis

Doin' rap and pro-est smackin' the ho-est rappers

And showin' the total package, like my flaccid is growin' fatter

Samoan cracker, dapper rapper, had to keep goin'

Yeah that rap is a rap, I know you rappers nappin', don't know it

There's a dagger, the pitter-patter, tappin' on the window

It's a real accurate metaphor of what you havin' in store

And I be snappin', I mean I be splashin' on the pane, me your rain

Fallin' quicker than Aladdin for his dame

Are you better than me?

Bruh