Cousin Skeeter lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Mark A)
(It's Lando, your b*tch know, don't let your b*tch go, n*gga)

[Verse: BabyTron]
Paranoid, I thought the pizza man was a cherry top
Probably would've hit your target, but you took a scary shot
Hutch diamonds on me, I ain't never seen a Gary box
Ahki with habibi finna slide and try to bury opps
Microwave, I get hot quicker than Vinnie Johnson
Chop with double D's, it need a bra, it got some titties on it
Nah, for real, Zack Randolph, put a fifty on it
Back in 2020, every 'fit, I spent a stimmy on it
Three-five after three-five, I'm beyond blowed
Scam God, I pulled some sh*t off that only God knows
The bandwagon takin' off, you better hop on
Buffs on, off a four of Wocky so the pop strong
I'm online f*ckin' everything up like Cousin Skeeter
Unky, he a drankhead, he pouring up another liter
Balenciaga shopping, spеnd a band on some running sneakers
Back in high school, had еnough thrust to f*ck the teachers
Huh, 'fit five thousand, I'm just chillin', though
Huh, off a V-cut, charging up like Piccolo
Huh, damn near forty in these 'Miris, b*tch, I'm pigeon-toed
Huh, I'm outta town riding, so you know the ceiling gone
Huh, I'm in my zone, in that one mode
He was talking crazy, pop up on him with a snubnose
Hoes breaking necks 'cause I'm walking through the club froze
Better turn me off, you lookin' for a love song
Grind mode, all twenty-four, seven days a week
Talk about some za, but you out here selling eighths for cheap
Trackhawk, you gon' break your neck tryna race the Jeep
Never lost with this rap sh*t, I ain't face defeat
Sky Priority, my luggage got the yellow tag
Put a band on an opp head, he look like Melo ass
Can't afford 'Woods, you in the crib rolling 'rillos mad
On Saks, finna hit the site with a Canelo jab
It's 2021, might make a hundred off an NFT
Touchin' down right by Ford Field, this ain't the NFC
Thought that I was human, I'm a G.O.A.T. is what they telling me
Pull up with a AR with more legs than a centipede
Splash God, b*tch, I'm drippin' like the Seven Seas
Glocky with the switch got more kick than a special team
Why you talkin' down like you ahead of me?
Throw a jab and I'ma throw some hollows, pus*y, wrestle these
Scam star, I done turned into a rap star
Wounds left from the battlefield, sh*t, my back scarred
Before the booth, all I really knew was crack cards
Know some motherf*ckers hate fraud, but they trap hard
Know some motherf*ckers showin' love, but it's hate inside
You gon' get left in the middle, out here playing sides
Took the Mitten's rap scene and I made it mine
Done wrestling with these 'Miri jeans, sh*t, it's Franklin time
[Outro: BabyTron]
Huh, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
What up, Mark?