OFFICIAL lyrics

[Chorus: ilysm]
Walk in I make it official
I'm moving wristful
No fap, you ain’t ever touch a stick fool
Ay, ay I have a pistol
Press it to yo back and your face all wistful
Yo, they don't f*ck with me because I do it like that
They don't f*ck with me because I do it like crack
We don’t f*ck with you because you do it like crap
Got your hand on your di*k, not a hand on a gat (Ouh)

[Verse 1: doin' fine]
Little Honda black and yellow like Kill Bill
I just scissored with your b*tch like Kill Bill
And I know it hurt your feelings but no ill will
I just had to show her that my di*k is made of Real Steel
For real I'm chill my dress frills are silk
I speak for the freaks still I feel like Meek Mill
You need a refill on the coke like meal deals
Smoke tangerine peel while eating Japanese eel and
I was never born I appeared on that Greek hill
And I'm really on the edge of the seat and I'm smoking on Green Hill
And my wrists on the Aegean Sea got em sweating like Key & Peele
I feel a deep chill in the breeze riding on European wheels
It's like a succulent Chinese meal
Get your hand off my di*k
He felt that metal against his skull and a mechanical click
I'm an animal, she an eater, I got a cannibal b*tch
I'm a new swag c*nt with a classical twist
[Chorus: ilysm]
Walk in I make it official
I'm moving wristful (Ayyy)
No fap, you ain’t ever touch a stick fool (b*tch!)
Ay, ay I have a pistol
Press it to yo back and your face all wistful
Yo, they don’t f*ck with me because I do it like that
They don't f*ck with me because I do it like crack
We don’t f*ck with you because you do it like crap
Got your hand on your di*k, not a hand on a gat (Ouh)

[Verse 2: ilysm]
I feel like the president
Bar-A-Lago, buddy, I got these doc*ments
He wanna box so I make sure he gets f*cking sent
Going postal know exactly what the f*ck I meant
I'm evil brodie, huh, you just the resident
Big stupid strap it gonna turn your ass to sediment
And I don't care about the sentiment (b*tch)
To be honest I don't even read your messages
I’m moving like Leon you get shot just like a Kennedy (Bah)
Can you be a little more polite you ain't a friend of me (Nah)
Remedy up inside this blunt, I'm like the seven seas
Hi, how are you? Are you bad? Well you better be, uh
I put him in the Yemma lock
My job is counting all my racks until it's ten o'clock (Oh my god)
Then I rapture the opp
In a bad shirt, ask and, answer the Glock
What the f*ck