E-ER (feat. Lil Yachty)

Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch
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 I'm sippin' tea, beat what I eat
 Kicked up the feet, no Assassin's Creed
 Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
 Good reflexes like you knocked at the knee
 Accept defeat, you, I delete
 My boots from Greece made with feathers from geese
 Counting loose leaf with the face of deceased
 Count up the bread, count up the yeast
 This is for my nemesis, white folk
 If you pull up, then you'rе dead, uh-uh, rifle
 We gon' cross him likе the symbol on a Bible
 Call him Spongebob 'cause he movin' life without spinal, huh
 Never not woke, my gland pineal
 On the patio fucking Princess's peach, Mario
 Yellow Louis V overalls on me, look like Wario
 On the mic, I'm an animal, hear the cardio through audio
 If you want beef, capisce (hahaha)
 Smokin' on tree, hashish (yow)
 She said, "No, don't leave"
 Baby, I'm oh-so green (what's that shit 'cause it better not be)
 We got Dracs, sticks
 All type of blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
 Blood on my back
 Don't get caught in a blitz (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
 Chopsticks, got me a pick (eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
 Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (eeh)
 Fuck you mean? (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)
 Huh, oh, I'm ready (haha)
 Yuh (oh, shit), yuh
 I'm in the land of the lost, now I'm chill, Jack Frost
 Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce
 Jack Skellington limbs 'cause I'm known to pop off
 And I'm one with the force, so this saber is my sword
 Got the dick tucked in like RuPaul
 Two bananas and a boat in the U-Haul (huh)
 And the dope look sick like Wuhan
 'Nother brick comin' in from Tucson (racks)
 I was too piffed up when a nigga walked in
 I was servin' up bricks at a low end (white)
 I got too much boof stuffed in my pants (huh, huh, huh, huh-huh-huh)
 I could probably fuck around
 Build a snowman (huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh)
 And it's stone, no Mason, say I'm chillin' with your bitch
 It's for him and her like Rozan
 'Cause this shit go down when a nigga get wet
 Should've never put your life in a ho hands
 If you want beef, capisce (hahaha)
 Smokin' on tree, hashish (yow)
 She said, "No, don't leave"
 Baby, I'm oh-so green (what's that shit 'cause it better not be)
 We got Dracs, sticks
 All type of blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
 Blood on my back
 Don't get caught in a blitz (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
 Chopsticks, got me a pick (eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
 Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (eeh)
 Kick a bitch to the curb if she don't speak with manners (hee, hee)
 My house sit alone behind gates by the manor (hee, hee)
 My new hoes look whiter than Carlos Santana (hee, hee)
 My bitch from the hood, mamas hustled on camera (hee, go)
 School from the '70s
 Could've been dropped by the first time I signed for my boy
 That was English like city of Oxford
 Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar
 I thought I want kids 'til I sat by a toddler
 Recorded two hits in one hour at Doppler (two)
 I walk in my house naked holding my chopper (frrt)
 We do the same shit, we change names just like soccer
 My jewelry box looking like Davy Jones' locker
 I want Addison Rae to become my doctor
 And check on my privates (woo)
 Put her in a skirt and a scarf like a pilot
 He didn't make it past the first clip like a pilot (frrt)
 I'm sick, I need medicine before I riot
 My bitch pussy sweet, it help with my diet
 Can't go off the label, boy, I gotta eye it
 I gotta smell, I gotta taste it
 Haha, hahaha, yaow, frrt (on God, slatt)
 What's this, what's this?
 What's that shit 'cause it better not be
 Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (go)
 Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (slatt, damn)
 Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
 Hahaha, oh shit