ARTICHOKE lyrics

by

Yumi


[Intro - YouTube Version]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
I've been ridin' dude di*k like my John Deer
And I'm the gayest in the room like I'm Travis Scott
And I ain't messin' with a dude unless he got a greasy c*ck aye
One stroke, one pump up to my face
Had me choked up, c*m all over the place
AV got that drip and you don't want the smoke
I keep that motherf*cking iron on me like an artichoke
Cynara cardunculus, man you f*ckers ridunculus
Me and AV be flexin', we messin with f*ckin' guns n' sh*t
f*ckers in school telling me, always in thе barber shop
"Chief Keef ain't 'bout this, Chief Keef ain't 'bout that"
My boy a BD on f*cking Lamron and thеm
He, he, they say that, don't be putting in no work
Shut the f*ck up, y'all don't know sh*t
All y'all motherf*ckers talkin' about
"Chief Keef ain't no hitter, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake"
Shut the f*ck up!

[Verse 1]
All y'all b*tches got me f*cked up
Keepin my di*k tucked
When I walk in the gay club like, wow
I'm sniffing stranger undies
Sex with dudes is kinda funny
Nah, I'm just kidding though
If we talkin' about my p*nis
Oh yeah, its miniscule
I'll see you in a minute though
My brains full of bullet holes, filled up with fentanyl
Aunt Jemima's got big fat titties
Shake them b*tches, put syrup in me
Uncle Ben, I ain't forget about you
Get back on that bag and f*cking end me
Just grab my ass and f*cking drill me
It's minute rice but I'll c*m in fifteen seconds
Stuck in heaven with Uncle Ben and all his brethren
[Bridge]
Pants are made Designer
Laidback in my recliner
Yeah, your boyfriend's hot and all
But my homies is finer
I be beating on my wiener
Nuttin' in his keister
Suckin' on his peeper
Yeah, homie a keeper

[Verse 2]
I know y'all ain't got no plans for me
So go ahead Pack and just stand for me
Oh, you can't because you're missin' a leg
And you cry every night that you're going to bed
Hey Larry, why they call you Larrycroft?
That's cool, I heard you gotta hairy c*ck
That's true Big T, wait let me stop
Wait better not, album filled with opps
Like Tanner, fatty, here's Nick's addy, f—
I feel like Tay-K, I've been on a race
Draggin' dead group members all across the state
And I've been the realest, never been a fake
Wait, guys who am I? I leaked Isaac's face
I weigh 300 pounds, full dinner plate
Yumi hogs all the loud, hmph, pouty face
[Verse 3]
Jogging down the stairs is like running track
Rolling up the group, smokin' Isaac pack
Hmm, blur my face, what the f*ck is that?
It's 2022, face reveals are whack
Look what happened to Dream, you wanna follow that?
Is that your big bro, you wanna swallow that?
I wanna swallow him, I wanna swallow you
I f*cked all of y'all, right in ya ass
AV with that drip, hoe
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