[Lyric] Hugh Hefner (Dom Couture)

[Intro]
If your beauty I no longer see
Would you leave me, pretty baby
And If I find it best to set you free
Levels (would you hate me)
A lot of levels
I'm the top one though (if you would please tell me now so I could...)

[Chorus]
Big dude, big stepper
6'1", bar setter
I don't cheese, but I get cheddar
Down and bad I been better
Live lavish, young trendsetter
Fuck around get played boy
You ain't no Hugh Hefner
Get a bag little go getter
Avoid all thеm gold diggers
You big, I been bigger
You six, I'm eight figurеs
You post on Instagram for likes on your pictures
I post on my Instagram, cause I know they get triggered
[Verse 1]
I been bitter I don’t no make one hitters
If I’m at bat I’m smashing that
Then flipping bats like my fingers
Don’t fuck with rats I hate snitchers
They Acting sweet I hate snickers
Got the heat LA pitchers
You get trucked that grave digger
Playing cause I got nothing to lose
Do or die I need a noose
You get to choose
You gonna live this life
Or wake up and keep hitting snooze
I got the juice
While you’re on my phone always asking for moves
What do you do
Bring nothing to the table so you can expect nothing new
I got the troops I know if I say then they really gonna shoot
Do you need proof pull up to my spot then we bloodying shoes
Timmy turner I got the burner cosmo and Wanda can make you poof
Head turner an easier learner no wonder I dropped right out of school

[Talking}

[Chorus]
Big dude, big stepper
6'1", bar setter
I don't cheese, but I get cheddar
Down and bad I been better
Live lavish, young trendsetter
Fuck around get played boy
You ain't no Hugh Hefner
Get a bag little go getter
Avoid all them gold diggers
You big, I been bigger
You six, I'm eight figures
You post on Instagram for likes on your pictures
I post on my Instagram, cause I know they get triggered
[Talking]

[Verse 2]
Swear to god I’ve been killer woke up like Godzilla
I’m breathing fire I’m Michael Myers I kill you and the babysitter
I got a light you get a flicker
I’m seeing red I’m painting pictures
I’m getting high and driving by you want smoke then crack a window
I remember when times were simple 8th grade I was popping pimples
Writing lyrics with broken pencil
YouTube and them instrumentals
College Be breaking mentals
I lost hope that’s the issue
Been cried my brother died just had to say that damn I miss you