Mr. Hanky

RizzyGotTheHeat

You're not making this easy, Kyle

Heard they tryna take me as the nice guy, nice try

Double-A twelve, pull up, turned his block to Five Guys

I got hippie lungs, Gallery Department tie-dye

Real life spaceships, we ain't livin' sci-fi

I can tell she wanna fuck, doin' all that side-eyein'

You try and take a half a dollar from me, you gon' die tryin'

Off an Oxy' hitting stains, bitch, I feel like Billy Mays

Million dollar game, yeah, I'm the king, I'm in my Gillie phase

I'm the shit like Mr. Hanky

Shoot the .38 with both hands, the trigger janky

Hangin' out the window if it's issues, I ain't going on a rant

Two grams short of half in the slabs, Za Morant

Scratchin' opps off the list, that shit like stompin' ants

Should've knew the brick was fake, shit ain't even got a stamp

Mountain Dew on lava lamp, if he hidin', got a camp

Number one contender, put me in the ring, I'll drop the champ

Lil' brodie manned up and volunteered to hit the ten

One ho gettin' borin', told that bitch, "Bring a friend"

Serenede jeans stack, these are not no RTA's

Fuck a ARP, I pull up, clear the scene with RPK

This life shit up and down, kinda like a seesaw

Aston Martin with the horses, pull off in a yee-haw

Throw yo' album in the dumpster, that shit sounded weak sauce

Every card of the deck, I can't take no weeks off

Every day of the calendar

I'm pickin' up what you put down like I got scavenger

I ain't got no shame in my game, Frank Gallagher

Why they count me out? I shocked the world, Supreme Chancellor

Hunnid in the clip, twenty-five each 'cause he riding around with three passengers

Shit, R.I.P. them

Put a band on his head like he Big Ben

Could've put a hunnid on it, shooter owe me, though

Him Duncan, face card hot, San Antonio

Jerome Bettis, what you go and get that Rollie for?

Doggy barely stepping, what the fuck you got, some polio?

Toronto shows sold out, we look like OVO

Loubies, they don't rodeo, cut it with the bullshit

I ain't even have to aim with this full clip

Drop a fifty in this shit like the new Lucki

Cut the traction, this bitch spinnin' like a dune buggy

High as hell, my juice muddy

2017, the scam page was catching imbeciles

All that hate you doin', try to meet me at the pinnacle

The baddest kid in school, now I got more pape' than my principal (ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, you know what the fuck goin' on)

Heard they tryna take me as the nice guy, nice try

Double-A twelve, pull up, turned his block to Five Guys

I got hippie lungs, Gallery Department tie-dye

Real life spaceships, we ain't livin' sci-fi

I can tell she wanna fuck, doin' all that side-eyein'