BLUNDER POLICY! lyrics

[Verse 1: Ham Sandwich]
I feel like Leon entertaining the masses
Rocks bouncing on my chain, and you would swear it was magic
Call my tech a Genesect, they peep the way that I blast it
My thirty eight tell nine tales, and all of them tragic
I'm a classic in the making, y'all are faker than plastic
Chopper heavy on my hip, slam, damage is massive
I'm a savage, and you n*ggas Lillipups to a mastiff
Top dog, Boltund to the top, I already passed it, woo
I feel like an Eevee with VV IV's
Green stay getting longer like I'm evolving a Snivy
Delibird, I never sleep, the hustle keep me lively
Baddie hit my PokeNav, she wanna PokeRide me
If you hate me 'cause you ain't me, why the f*ck you even follow me?
Why your birth certificate look like a Blunder Policy
I just roll that fourty three, and go off on an Odisshey
The vile plume a hazy cloud, the loudness isn't audibly
I keep a flasher on my hip, and it ain't for photography
I'm always moving cautiously, but stay out my geography
Or turn to Ash, and I ain't talking prophecies

[Verse 2: Ty Wild]
f*ck the prophecy, we turn your ass to Ash, you not no hero
PokeStar Studios, I'm tryna make a scene, bro
I see your sweet hoe, she do me on the side like B row
She tryna link with me, while she leave you looking for link codes
Pulling up like Aqua, Magma - how I stole your darling, Peeko
She lying spread eagle like sobble hit the T-pose
Was weeping when she left you, then I gave that b*tch a leaf stone
Now she always want me in her mouth like a Victreebel
I'm with her in my whip, it's getting hot just like a fire lash from Heatmor
Said I got that special D, no need for screens, hoe
Y'all some X and Y rivals, my squad's a rom hack elite four
A real G like Guzma, I get wired up and beast mode
You could never be me, Z crystals make it see soul
Blaze, and your team got no haze, so that's a sweep, bro
Exeggcute, you think you a dragon, well, that's a reach, bro
They high as f*ck, blunting like a Treecko
Mega Rayquaza, I'm way up, and I don't need stones
Vital spirit in me, I don't sleep, bro
In the lead, scoping out elite foes
Catch 'em tryna switch up like Morpeko
G34 on my hip 'cause a king need dough
You think you the king, I guarantee you getting dethroned
[Verse 3: Redster]
n*ggas wanna battle, send these n*ggas to the darkest void
Scizor in the f*cking clip, each bullet punching hollow points
Your b*tch in my hideout, all I'm hearing is a hyper voice
Choppa roar gon make a n*gga dip like he ain't got a choice
Bullet in your cranium if you thinking you big brain
b*tches give me Cranidos, she looking for the big fame
Braixen stick is right up on my hip, I draw a big flame
n*ggas turn to hop, uh uh, that's a big shame
Scope'll let me see him like I'm working on optometry
You gon' catch a round, I keep a gadget like I'm Sophokles
MissingNo up on me, and my bag is an anomaly
I could be an air balloon, I promise you not popping me
I'm in upper class, you n*ggas living commonly
Dynamic punches hit him like hypnosis, let him go to sleep
Demeanor be on sheer cold, there ain't a n*gga cold as me
Blade on me Kartana if a n*gga think they folding me