Great Bambino lyrics

Yeah
Chase, who? (Me)
I'm the Great Bambino (Yep)
Babe Ruth
Bad b*tch straight, she gay too
I am not a safe substance, K2
You better get back to the patties
Uh, get whacked in the back of a caddy
Set me on soft, low pack to relax me
"Good Game" b*tch, go catch you a taxi (Goodbye)
Uh

Reach for the sky, no jumping
I ain't holdin' back I'm dumpin' (Oh)
Had a few drinks, we bumpin'
In my city I'm a vet, Tim Duncan (Facts)
All you gotta do is throw it up to me (Uh)
10-piece nugget I'm dunkin' (Uh)
She told me if you f*ck, then you stuck with me (f*ck?)
Chase you the sh*t, no blumpkin

Thank you, means a lot
You got a sugar daddy?
How you get on a yacht? (Seriously)
That's a nicе necklace, beautiful watch (Uh-huh)
I got you a gift, it's my di*k in a box (Uh-huh)
Lick from my nеck, all the way to my socks
Soon as I hit, you'll be kickin' some rocks (For real)
They ain’t wanna let me in
Well f*ck it let’s begin
I’m outside and I’m pickin’ the lock
DNA test you is not my baby
You are now live, with the real Slim Shady
Me and my blunt like Shaggy, Scooby
Foamin’ at the mouth like the b*tch got rabies
Brodie got zips, like a new backpack (Backpack)
Land on my feet I’m a real cool cat
You ain’t gon’ pop, b*tch [?]
I know you don’t get it, it's for those who stack

Hey, on Jesus I’m preachy (Preachy)
Fly like a bird and plane
Ay, I’m workin’ big Meechy (Meechy)
You ain’t do a goddamn thing
Tryna bag actress maybe like KeKe
I would bet Bella Thorne is real freaky
Hilary Duff can hang from my PP
Let me hit Vanessa up, she said “eat me”

Ha, everybody talk to much
Trip on my di*k if I walk to much (Oh, sh*t)
I ain’t even buyin’ you a Kids Meal, ho
She gon’ rock your world, if you got 2 bucks
I’m not your guy, little b*tch let go (Let go)
Unlimited guap on your boy, echo (Echo)
Ravioli, pasta, with the pesto (Pesto)
Rest in Peace, to the big 2-4
I said, “please don’t touch me b*tch”
That art, I’m 303, don’t trust me b*tch
I said, “please don’t love me b*tch”
Refer to the first line, don’t try to hug me b*tch
I said, “please don’t f*ck me b*tch”
Reverse psychology, that’s genius
Thanks, I don’t try to be
Got a rip through your shirt, so I gotta see
All you need is lit words, and a poppin’ beat
In the kitchen where I’m cookin’ at (Cook)
I know my b*tch look good
What you lookin’ at?
I think it’s something in the water (Oh)
What they put in that?
If the proof is in the pudding, put the pudding back

Ooh, I’m lovin’ it
Now let’s overthrow the government
Ay, my fit go crazy
Doesn’t it?
And your outfit look like [?]

Chase, who? (Me)
I'm the Great Bambino (Yep)
Babe Ruth
Bad b*tch straight, she gay too
I am not a safe substance, K2
You better get back to the patties
Uh, get whacked in the back of a caddy
Set me on soft, low pack to relax me
"Good Game" b*tch, go catch you a taxi (Goodbye)
Uh