ROVERFREESTYLE lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yuh, yay, ayy, ooh, ayy, oowoo!
Ayy, wha, aye, haha
Alright

[Verse 1]
Uh, b*tch, I'm too sick
And that choppa make your body do flips
She don't hit my line, I text back, "Who's this?" on some rude sh*t
Choppa longer than a f*cking pool stick for you, doofus
Move slick when I do sh*t
Don't prove sh*t, I just shoot sh*t
Like for real, for real
I got three b*tches, that's a trio
That's Sakura, Hinata, Ino
Her titties look like heads from chemo
That's so sick what he wrote, long di*k in the mouth, deepthroat
She stroke on my di*k, same b*tch, she stroke my ego
Iceberg on my wrist, same color as my pee though
Bad asian b*tch with my noodle, n*gga, miso
That b*tch not acting right, huh
She still got clapped that night
She's a darkskin but I came on her face
It look like the picture came out black and white, huh
My n*ggas, they strapped like dykes
No Tina but my music slap like Ike
I could stand in the room in the dark and still glow
Because my diamonds shining like extra bright
Told 'em I kill it, I said that I run it
Maison Margielas, a hundred blue hundreds
I kill it for real, might just have to- uh
Send it for certain, my soul might just plummet
If I'm going stupid, the flow going dumbest
You n*ggas is booty, y'all look like a sundress
[Interlude]
How you let me rap this much better than the rest of you n*ggas? I just don't understand

[Verse 2]
Got you big mad, huh
Choppa got a lot of kickback, click clack, huh
She said I'm her dad, huh
Get off my di*k, somebody better get they b*tch back, huh
And her breath stink
Pull up on a b*tch, I gotta feed that b*tch a tic tac, huh
Diamonds, ice rink
Working for my Ms so I gotta keep a big mac
The way that I'm drowning in these diamonds is stupid
Always thinking out the box, just like a Rubik's
Shoot her with some skeet and now she love me, I'm Cupid
She might be a sink the way she draining my fluids
n*gga, now I'm at your whole crew neck just like a sweater, ha
Necklace so cold, it could change weather, uh
Hotter than Peter Piper picking a pickled ghost pepper sweating
She give me top like essay header, whoo!
Why you lil' n*ggas ain't dead yet?
Push you out your body just like a benchpress, yeah
Put the strap to your head, make you see another world like a virtual reality headset, yeah
No keeping it tucked, this is no warm up, huh
High speed keep this up, n*gga there's no bluff, huh
Probably tweaking, freaking your auntie this weekend
Beating her cheeks in a sequence right on a tour bus, ha
sh*t that I spit animalistic
Doing rituals with a b*tch with both of her wrists slit
Panorama view of me running up with a big stick
And putting holes in your chest, Ichigo hollow tip sh*t, uh
Pretty lil' b*tch, I bust on her lipstick, uh
She got the Hinata anime tits sh*t, uh
Beat your ass 'til you stutter-tutter to this sh*t, uh
[Outro]
I'm really tired of rapping to this track, haha
Fuuuck
And go back in a motherf*ckin' Rover
She gon' suck my di*k but I don't know her
She want me to suck her toes, but it's over
Hahahaha, f*ck, ha