Push you out the window,

Push you out the window,

Push you out the window

Push you out the window

This is not the window

This is not the window

This is not the window

This is not the window

It's an innuendo

It's an innuendo.

It's an innuendo

It's an innuendo

I'll push you out the window

(Push you out the window)

Go get some regular girls

Go do some regular things

Go back regular works.

You not scaring nobody.

I Rick with ghosts and the comics

Souped up cars, delivering groceries

You sell drugs, but live in the projects;

Nobody got time for your nonsense

New bike, but ain't paid it off yet

My psychic days your karma up next

I promise, the worse that my heart stops—

The harder and faster your corpse rots;

You'll probably sleep in a coffin—

(Tonight)

Or no more bike, back to walkin.

You wanna keep playing these games, sis?

Keep at it,

I'll be rich and famous.

Go double click on some fake pics

Go chase fake girls with the fake lips

Go save lunch money to buy fake tits

Keep giving em excuses to be racist

They hate us

All cause you done fuck up niggas

Keep folks up, that's why they don't trust niggas

Your whole motorcycle a slave boat nigga

Your whole Benz, that why they just roast niggas

How much you owe for the car note?

How much you owe for the car note?

Ho

How much you owe for the car note?

How much is four cups of Starbucks?

How much you owe for the car note?

Roll up, you'll probably get your throat punched.

Loud bikes cause ya'll ain't the smart folks—

Ya'll suck,

Ya'll autos is slave boats.

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turn the light off then I'll sue the whole word on my irregular heartbeat, and my mama.

I don't give a fuuuuuuuuck.

Leave me alone.