Chuck E. Cheese

I'm not cocky, I'm just joking
 I'm so hot that I feel like floating
 I'm so high but I feel like smoking
 Y'all play games like a Check E. Cheese token
 Y'all so lame so the doors won't open
 Trippy be the man of the land, I'm chosen
 God of the moon, living life in slow motion
 I be on my block with my homeboys posted (The Midnight Society)
 They can't stop, stop, stop, stop, stop the beat
 'Cause they can't, ca-can't can't control the streets
 Overloading the system 'cause they flow is weak
 They know Kami and Tipp'ThaKid finna bring the heat
 Yeah we flipping the fucking script, we go di-dumb-dumb
 Keep yo' bitch on a leash, I know she want some
 I make her run from the bullets of my gun, gun, gun
 They move like Pumped Up Kicks to the drum, drum, drum
 My bitch like PEMDAS
 Please excuse my designer, Alyx, Saint Laurent what I buy her
 Big Ben watch on my wrist, an old-timer like Grandpa
 I get top in my recliner
 Me and Trippy in the same city, bitches showing titties
 Jets Way every fucking day if you're balling with me
 This a nightclub, inside of the bank, fuck a ATM
 We pulling money straight out the safe, now we getting jiggy
 Smoking trees straight out the meadow, watching Malcolm in the Middle
 We can loosen up a little if it's fine by you
 Girl I made some bad decisions, but I got my shit together
 Girl you bad, but I can't settle 'till I pay my dues
 Showed you the good, the bad, the ugly, and more
 Showed you the good, the bad, the ugly, and more
 Showed you the good, the bad (yeah, yuh), the ugly, and more
 Showed you the good (ha, ha, ha), the bad (yuh)
 The ugly and more (yuh, yuh, yuh)
 I'm not cocky, I'm just joking
 I'm so hot that I feel like floating
 I'm so high but I feel like smoking
 Y'all play games like a Check E. Cheese token
 Y'all so lame so the doors won't open
 Trippy be the man of the land, I'm chosen
 God of the moon, living life in slow motion
 I be on my block with my homeboys posted
 LMAO-O, laughing my ass off in this bitch
 I just answer the pho-phone
 Stop that trash talk in this bitch, uh-huh
 No one ever making it happen like big Trip (no, no, no)
 Pussy if you talking you getting a big lip (big lip)
 I be coming hard and you needing a big grip (big grip)
 Packing up the bong and I'm taking a big rip (woo)
 I be coming spicy, I'm dripping in hot sause (ha, ha)
 Bitches always on me, I'm telling them hop off (Ih-ahh)
 If you need a stick, you hit Dana to cop off
 Y'all need to catch up like you want a hotdog
 Y'all be coming salty like a big soft pretzel
 Do number two, like a shit, not a pencil
 Lost in the sauce, I'm a boss in my mental
 Game not over, restart manual
 Wrist so cold, man wrist so clean
 Smoking outside, it's 30 degrees
 Flip that O, I sip that green
 Puffing on bud, then we smelling like feet
 I get so high for a whole ass week
 Y'all smoking on mids, boy you smoking on weak
 I ain't 'tryna smoke with y'all for the free
 I been blowing up now so you all know me
 I'm not cocky, I'm just joking
 I'm so hot that I feel like floating
 I'm so high but I feel like smoking
 Y'all play games like a Check E. Cheese token
 Y'all so lame so the doors won't open
 Trippy be the man of the land, I'm chosen
 God of the moon, living life in slow motion
 I be on my block with my homeboys posted