Job 4 a Fifth

Globotech my chip, I got that X-1-stack
 Bitch I look amazing, that's a fuckin fun fact
 Swaggin on a hundred zilli, you can't touch that
 Bitch I got the POD, I feel like Jack Black
 Keep the circle closed and keep an open bar tab
 Ballin on these bitches, see 'em goin March mad
 Anti-Quasimodo, that bitch want a arch back
 Bitch you got too many miles upon your CarFax
 Fuck Zach Fox, I hope your Twitter stay deleted
 Flex 51, got ectoplasm in my Seagram's
 I been turnt up since I busted outta Seton
 Hold ya lug nuts, Stanley Ipkiss screamin
 Good morning bitch, I think it's time for an overhaul
 Thought I spoke in Spanish way I'm always jumpin over walls
 Gin inside a mason jar, sip it in my overalls
 Why? Because I'm tired, and I had enough of sober talk
 This look like a job for a fifth
 This look like a job for a fifth
 This look like a job for a fifth
 This look like a job for a fifth
 Jin, Kazama, gin, and tonic
 Big, belt, blue, bonnet
 Shoes made of armadillo, color amarillo
 Lizard belt upon my waist, it terrorize Tokyo
 Tom Segura my swag, finna show the bitch who's Randy
 When I'm offa Henny, she can barely understand me
 No homo bitch, I'm in love with the Tito's
 Only droppin hits, that's the modus operandi
 Yaki Mob vet, Bitch Mob vet
 Pretty Boy saint, she wanna beget
 Motherfuck a blog, fuck a cassette
 Fuck 5K, put the shit in a gazette
 Daily Bugle bitch, I'm sippin Jameson, J. Jonah
 Spillin my Paloma and I'm blurring the Tahoma
 Hoe tryna pass me a Diet Coca-Cola
 Bitch there ain't enough alcohol up in this soda
 This look like a job for a fifth
 This look like a job for a fifth
 This look like a job for a fifth
 This look like a job for a fifth