House sh*t lyrics

[Intro: TUT]
Hey, hey Tiggi
I'm gone do this one like we used to
Ya know, freestyle, no hook
Robby Fresh in the building
But f*ck that, now I'm a start

[Verse 1: TUT]
Oh, salutation b*tches
It's the same n*gga, ain't sh*t changed
My Goodwoods stay dangling, them sh*ts soundin' like chump change
I mingling with her, and, if I ain't really feeling on girl game
I take her back for something else, they call this sh*t the store exchange
And I'm taking what's mine, like I'm at an airport at baggage claim
Flying, House be the team b*tch, now what game she tryna play
We was somewhere in the forest, with them b*tches foreign, that Alizée
And they so exquisite, they saying sh*t like, lets drink this weed and smoke this drank
Whiling out with Robby Fresh, she cranky, she can't even text
Playing 2k on the game-set, shorty talking sh*t what you expect?
While Zay at home having butt-sex, and I get a text from this chick I met
Talking bout she tryna chill for a little bit, I'm thinking [?]
I said okay, you can come through
She gave me head, it was kinda cool
She told me that I had good di*k
I said girl you said a whole mouthful
I lost her number and forgot her name
New year ain't sh*t changed
I know I'm wrong, I'm a crying shame
But tell me ya'll ain't forget the name
It's that introduction and you need it
I don't think so, but just in case though
I go by the name of Kevin Adams
My flow is random, I'm pretty handsome
I'm ten-toes down like open sandals
I really like to think I'm too hot to handle
Cause hoes give me something like f*cking samples
And I just tried em' all like f*cking [?]
Cause I'm straightforward like my name was Randal
Fire on wax, I'm a f*cking candle
Can't beat TUT, I'm off the f*cking handle
I keep gettin' high like a f*cking trampoling
Machine, you a f*cking apple
And me I'm a Mac like my f*cking Apple
I keep making hits like a f*cking tackle
And I got the golden ticket like a f*cking raffle
Let them n*ggas talk I don't care about the jibber-jabber
sh*t I rather make this cake, where the f*cking batter?
Ain't nobody safe in a room full of daggers and a hand of backstabber, we'll all be Casper, ghost
Hiding in the plane f*ck riding, coach
Right now I'm really on this pot, roast
And I don't mean to brag but, n*gga I'm the sh*t and I'm pretty, GOAT