Flames lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil di*ky]
AIright, I'm blowing on that sticky sh*t
Everybody's talking, b*tches stalking, quick as Lawson
When I'm walking to the gym and sh*t
Everybody wanna get involved with the di*ky kid
I don't even know the deal y'all, I'm just killing sh*t
I ball like I'm playin' the Wii
Hit up all da ATMS, I been paying the fees
Being gay about the stems, di*ky weighing the weed
And now these labels on a cleanse, got em saying
We need jews, oh the dude the scoop boos
Boozing stupid and he rap bruising tunes amusing students
I'm the truth dude
Put some funny sh*t up on youtube
Now these maf*ckas spitting looking sh*tty as doo doo
Who knew, ya dude got a lot to do
I don't fill them b*tches up, but the lobster do
Plus she licking on my nut like it's pasta too
And now that di*ky blowing up all these b*tches so compliant
These days di*ky gotta cover up his privates
Bathroom p*ssing brothas buzzing on some spy sh*t
Man, I wish that my di*k was a little bigger
Because I'm in a pickle for riddles about ma pickle
Being minimal, criminally abysmal, and literally
Women I'm hitting is cognizant of every centimeter
And I'm meeting b*tches who seem to be f*cking Derek Jeter's
Every weekend, very freaky, don't know what I'm doing to em
These b*tches do the type of sh*t chicks in porn doing
Bathroom beating on my di*k, right before I do 'em
Man that's my only chance, ya know
I'm handsome though
I gotcha lady dancing bro
[Hook]
Man ever since I came up in this motherf*cker sh*t been changin'
Every rapper getting madder 'bout the funny sh*t I'm saying
They be trapping, I be napping, steady crapping on the game
And like a rabbit out the hat I'm doing magic wit the flames man

[Verse 2: Lil di*ky]
Better stop comparing me to Andy Milonakis
Andy Samberg, Adam Sandler, man I swear it's so obnoxious
I don't care about the rarity of care-free song topics
The hilarity and parody is not whats got you noddin' when I write
On the mic spit, nothing like a white kid
Black b*tches even f*cking with me cause I'm nice wit
Raps, booty big as sh*t, I'm in it but she quite thick
Crap, from this angle I can barely fit the pipe tip
Like da the white man bright, and me don't bite
And me won't fight, me done watch da dark knight with a cold sprite
And me so kike, kite runner up on da cold night
And me done scrub de body with ton of the old spice

[Interlude]
But f*ck it
My buddy got a crib Nantucket
And everybody here with a b*tch straight f*cking
And everybody here know the kid stay bumpin'
My YouTube, Smith up on the Knicks, they subbing...aww
I just checked up in yo b*tch's pus*y up on 4square
Mini golfing oh so often you woulda swore I toured there
Break 'em off up in my office you know I record in there
It's boring there so f*ck it
I been caking, don't mistake me for some rapper you hating
I'm actually making the hottest f*cking tracks in the nation
Like Satan somehow created some elaborate gymnasium
Packing bowls in stadiums came from packing the bowl in basements
Name a rapper in the game, spit a flame like you boy can
Everybody know I got it made like a boyband
Everybody know I'm getting laid like a Troy fan
I stay with Trojans on ma sh*t, ya dig?
[Hook]
Man ever since I came up in this motherf*cker sh*t been changin'
Every rapper getting madder 'bout the funny sh*t I'm saying
They be trapping, I be napping, steady crapping on the game
And like a rabbit out the hat I'm doing magic wit the flames man