[VERSE 1]
Sent Daisy Ridley a picture of my dick
She said come tear me up on that lightsaber shit
Fuck it, let's film it, who cares, RIP Gawker
Mirror pic in my DMs lead to The Rise of Skywalker
Genitalia Star Wars pun be dorky as fuck
Your girlfriend lookin' at me, gonna try her luck
But I'm too focused on these hipster girls, try- tryna -uck me off
They love actin' like groupies like white dudes love golf
I'm not here to swing my thing, Imma say some real shit
If you're rappin' for the money, you're a motherfuckin' bitch
That's not jеalousy, I'm sayin' that this fake shit makes it easy
For whitе people to run the game and make hip hop cheesy
Natalie Portman on that digital short
Cash Me Ousside mixtape in your USB port
Lawyer's daughter's got Yachty on her University's quad
If realness not an act for you then come join my sqeeuwa
[Chorus]
Mufucka I got something up my sleeve
Bro you not gonna believe
How I go Crazy Steve, Imma-
Mufucka I got something up my sleeve
Bro you not gonna believe
How I go Crazy Steve, Imma-
[VERSE 2]
She'll be comin' 'round the mountain
Clout chasin'
Hard, to the top of the charts
Like my shit when I raise these bars
Puttin' Aston Martins on a MasterCard
Norf Norf hater sayin' I've gone too far
That's too bad, I'm four glad
Got 8 mil in a brown paper bag
16 in the off-shore, text read I want more
Half off at the Gucci store
MGM with the lion's roar
I'm ridin' 'round on a dinosaur
Not the whip though
Park the Vantage to the left of the Lambo
That right there's the dream
Let's make it real life
Might mess around and make Becky G my third wife
Glasses got me lookin' like Paul Rust
If I keep droppin' names, someone hit me with a bus
My ambition can't be stopped
Tellin' me don't quit your job
Laid in bed that's God on God
Deliver beats like I'm Peapod
Gettin' paper, Michael Scott
Make you laugh like Vine comps
Have the album release party in a Starbucks parking lot
Get a- Get a- Get a frappuccino
Met a girl who's evil
With those crazy eyes
Lookin' through my peep hole
Bustin' down the door
"Tonight you're gonna die"
Grabbed the kitchen knife
Went to the closet to hide
Is this what love costs? I don't know
Dispatched units to apartment 24
Sirens blarin' as the door knob turns
Eyes closed, bracin' for how much this'll hurt
Woke up from the nightmare
How the fuck did I get here?
Imma moderate a debate where all I do is make 'em play truth or dare
Truth: Are you gonna legalize weed?
Dare: Day one, legalize weed
Only see me at the polls if Ye runnin' for chief
Yonce as VP, cabinet full of rappers
In the Oval Office lookin' dapper
This verse has really been scattered
I'm tryna show my vision
Snare cuttin' with precision
I'm showin' out for every day as long as I'm livin', what?
[Chorus]
Mufucka I got something up my sleeve
Bro you not gonna believe
How I go Crazy Steve, Imma-
Mufucka I got something up my sleeve
Bro you not gonna believe
How I go Crazy Steve, Imma-
Sent Daisy Ridley a picture of my dick
She said come tear me up on that lightsaber shit
Fuck it, let's film it, who cares, RIP Gawker
Mirror pic in my DMs lead to The Rise of Skywalker
Genitalia Star Wars pun be dorky as fuck
Your girlfriend lookin' at me, gonna try her luck
But I'm too focused on these hipster girls, try- tryna -uck me off
They love actin' like groupies like white dudes love golf
I'm not here to swing my thing, Imma say some real shit
If you're rappin' for the money, you're a motherfuckin' bitch
That's not jеalousy, I'm sayin' that this fake shit makes it easy
For whitе people to run the game and make hip hop cheesy
Natalie Portman on that digital short
Cash Me Ousside mixtape in your USB port
Lawyer's daughter's got Yachty on her University's quad
If realness not an act for you then come join my sqeeuwa
[Chorus]
Mufucka I got something up my sleeve
Bro you not gonna believe
How I go Crazy Steve, Imma-
Mufucka I got something up my sleeve
Bro you not gonna believe
How I go Crazy Steve, Imma-
[VERSE 2]
She'll be comin' 'round the mountain
Clout chasin'
Hard, to the top of the charts
Like my shit when I raise these bars
Puttin' Aston Martins on a MasterCard
Norf Norf hater sayin' I've gone too far
That's too bad, I'm four glad
Got 8 mil in a brown paper bag
16 in the off-shore, text read I want more
Half off at the Gucci store
MGM with the lion's roar
I'm ridin' 'round on a dinosaur
Not the whip though
Park the Vantage to the left of the Lambo
That right there's the dream
Let's make it real life
Might mess around and make Becky G my third wife
Glasses got me lookin' like Paul Rust
If I keep droppin' names, someone hit me with a bus
My ambition can't be stopped
Tellin' me don't quit your job
Laid in bed that's God on God
Deliver beats like I'm Peapod
Gettin' paper, Michael Scott
Make you laugh like Vine comps
Have the album release party in a Starbucks parking lot
Get a- Get a- Get a frappuccino
Met a girl who's evil
With those crazy eyes
Lookin' through my peep hole
Bustin' down the door
"Tonight you're gonna die"
Grabbed the kitchen knife
Went to the closet to hide
Is this what love costs? I don't know
Dispatched units to apartment 24
Sirens blarin' as the door knob turns
Eyes closed, bracin' for how much this'll hurt
Woke up from the nightmare
How the fuck did I get here?
Imma moderate a debate where all I do is make 'em play truth or dare
Truth: Are you gonna legalize weed?
Dare: Day one, legalize weed
Only see me at the polls if Ye runnin' for chief
Yonce as VP, cabinet full of rappers
In the Oval Office lookin' dapper
This verse has really been scattered
I'm tryna show my vision
Snare cuttin' with precision
I'm showin' out for every day as long as I'm livin', what?
[Chorus]
Mufucka I got something up my sleeve
Bro you not gonna believe
How I go Crazy Steve, Imma-
Mufucka I got something up my sleeve
Bro you not gonna believe
How I go Crazy Steve, Imma-
( Maniacal Sauce )
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