STOCK MARKET CRASH lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Okay, f*ck your white Prius
And your little dog too
When I whip out my p*nis
That’s some piping beef stew

There’s a house up on the hill
And for me I got a le-ase
Tell your b*tch to come on home
Better put her on a le-ash (woof!)

Yeah I keep it jacked
That’s just what you lack
Yeah that’s a new stack
Barbie back pack

This is life in the dreamhouse, b*tch
And you know nothing of it
We out burning up the greenhouse, b*tch
Your grandma know she love it (ow)
I was all alone
On the streets of Philly!
Throw that dog a bone
And throw me a hundred milli

This the house of renewing
Growing herb that sh*t’s biotic
When you find your team is losing
Gotta call the beat hypnotic

Blew the roof when I got shot
That’s a hefty blood clot
Toilet paper call me Scott
These the dreams that I once bought (cha-ching)

Pullin’ out the lot
With a big shot yacht
I’m a thot, you a bot
Told that hoe forget-me-not! (woo!)

[Chrous]
Stock market crash of 1938
Your grandma in my bed and we goin’ on a date
I got squirrels in my pants, I got jitters and critters
Camila and Shawn with them carrot-corn fritters
Stock market crash from this beat that I ate
I ain’t never played chess, but I always checkmate
Got a permit for my car, but I’m not a babysitter
Yeah this team is hardcore, I don’t take any quitters

[Fade Out]
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[Verse 2]
Spitting’ out these lyrics like I’m Dog with a Blogging
Competition on the floor like they all raw-dogging
You b*tches know I run the game, you don’t have to lie
Gangnam style, PSY, call me Family Guy (Petaaaa)

Here’s some food for thought
I’m a winner and you’re not
This that lesson that I taught
You just messin’ up the plot

Taste the rainbow, I eat Skittles
Makin’ bacon pancake griddles
Solvin’ chutes and ladder riddles
Fully-dilly-dum-diddle
Alvin and the chipmunks
Apple pie like I’m Tree Trunks
Chris McClean stubble
Paw patrol Rubble

Snap, crackle, pop
Start my day off with some breakfast
I whip it, then I drop
Flow dripping on my necklace

Better get myself a therapist
Lance from Victorious
Second-hand embarrassment
When b*tches start to turn on us

So hop in my wagon baby
We can go skrrt!
I just put out the entrée
You ain’t ready for dessert (yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Chorus]
Stock market crash of 1938
Your grandma in my bed and we goin’ on a date
I got squirrels in my pants, I got jitters and critters
Camila and Shawn with them carrot-corn fritters

Stock market crash from this beat that I ate
I ain’t never played chess, but I always checkmate
Got a permit for my car, but I’m not a babysitter
Yeah this team is hardcore, I don’t take any quitters

[Outro]
Yo, shout out to James Maslow and Gustavo Rocqué
I love you