Pluto Nash (B-Side) lyrics

[Verse: 1]

LeGit

f*ck the courts I’m chilling seaside
I’m not yo average Joe not even G.I
The Jane is very present, Christmas Eve, I’m
Drinking wildwoods, Purple Nehi's
If he talking, bet he end up in that triage
If he ballin' well how come he drive a Prius?
But the Hummer all black like the King riots
Plus that n*gga really pus*y like a feline
I saw some n*ggas run his pockets on the green line
I ain’t even lying, But...
But girl you nice as
The sweetest slices, of
Pumpkin spices, or
Better yet Key-Lime
Plus this function probably bout to hit a decline
Either from n*ggas fighting or
When they run out of this cheap wine
If you ain't ready to leave
Just let me know soon as you decide
Cause you know I turn you over like a B-Side
And you know they hate it every time you beside
Me
Just drop em’ like orange potatoes in the deep-fry
Please
And we can chop it up like...
Like, Rock Lee or Suey with beef and Broccoli
They call me Rocky; Young Tarver could never stop me
Or maybe Fonz-E, red flannel is all upon me
As I walk into your party
And proceed to smack the sh*t out yo disc jokey
Just for frontin’ like we ain't the hardest
n*ggas in this Eastern Conference
Don’t know what the f*ck a LeBron is [X3]