Whatchu know about goya boy Nose ring Oxtails Long hair Curling like a barbell Tryna live the life Tryna find a loyal wife Watching me get a life Talk slick Flick the knife Princess cuts Slit wrist looking plush Corkscrew Fuck em up Why you got ya chain tucked You damn skippy Im the motherfucking man I done beat every boss From ganondorf to eggman tell me why you standing round Acting bougie in the crowd Staring niggas done Vibing with ya hands down see Im the reason they invented the leafly Just so they could Google me Everytime i spark trees Haze and sour deez Smoke rings on the beach Sand at my feet Shore on the creep Trips to Acapulco Next time to Rome Festivals The freshest of vegetables Presto Switch coats Largo We got it moe PG The only county that was destined to blow Pulling up off the lots In the candy painted drops I shit you not You couldn’t take my spot if i flop ayo They can’t comprehend How we be on lsd Sippin on lean Till the homies look cg On the weekend they see me Out dc You gotta show there No one cares they wanna see me Unfortunate i stack these chips I mean for me its sick but for you…its a bitch And that’s why i don’t get mad when they trip Cause i know this tiffany im wearing cost a grip So while you deep sigh Ima sleep tight Cuz i fuck with twins that look like Nina sky At first it was the mane Now the dude run shit Dsk be the movement Ill show you how goya do it Gold jets and lasers Hi tech weaponry Suplexes in duplexes Shit is perplexing I know Its like I’m in the future and shit man I don’t even wanna talk if you still shop at the district with me honestly Ima honest dude You keep it real with me I keep it real with you And i can’t sice Ain’t always been nice But now everytime i write My shit is mad tight And im still dirty and suburban Like always Too raunchy And strange Baby thats parkay Yamahas and ducatis Exhaust tips and vice grips Auto pilot backwood rollers We in a different dimension so Take a second fore you pass out Mask on mask off Future miyagi cash route Too posh for faux pas No mas my gosh I smoke la Its ty ty Double up Let’s ride

Multi multi colored fist Three piece Taste the rainbow bitch I bet that she tap when i stroke her Love when i choke her Love how she accessorizes with them chokers Hol up Focus Please Don’t get too high baby Baby You ain’t lucid I can’t fade it Them charges ain’t nothing to play with This remind me of the 7th grade Back when i had my hair braided And them niggas was salty So they picked on me And all of the girls would never look my way But im bout to go on date Me and my blunt and the safe I thought that yall wanted some more I thought they wanted a war But soon as i holla lets settle the score They calling mission abort I ain’t holding no grudges no more But apologies will be ignored You wan act like a rhino get gored My bitch goin both ways like a spork You know i stunt like its a sport And my ring be red like the port Lord lord Please forgive em they dont know what they do Lord lord I already tried to tell em that i was you Lord lord But sure shit ofc they aint listen They call it dropping music I call it bullshittin Im like aw shucks Y'all done fucked up Now im Facetiming with lady luck Tattoo my name her butt bout to run a muck Like im mark zuck I want all of the toppings and the garlic crust Austin powerd up Groovy shit deluxe Im like Yeah baby she like yeah baby Feeling wavy Shouts out to biggavel They still lip singing No top ramen Tibetan sheets on the boat waitin Then we ship em out to Copenhagen Drama save it Ima film maven I ain’t for the passive shit and slick statements Don’t chu try and play me Ima man Damon This remind me of them promos Shawn Michaels Papa Shango And When jt went solo

Goya boy mf Got the heart of spitter Suburban God In ya gazebo Wilding out with the gremlins Bout to call Tarantino up and get me a Oscar Bitches taking care of me like my name was kakoshka Tell my girl you take the money I got flounders to frizzle Put the griddle to his belly Bet the bacon’ll sizzle Rock the all red beanie just like Steve zissou Silencer whisper like the Asian kid that said zoom zoom 1 2 3 percs down the hatch Fantastic got Elf guts in my cup The color of magic Fell asleep at the wheel Woke up in the trenches With my ammo round my chest And an army of henchman Resurrected from the earth Beyond the dirt and syringes Pull up on my new plug Like whatcha got How much is it Never understood why they flip I’m tripping but bruh I was off them tabs and had that bitch in her feelings Them Bitches tryna fuck me But I don’t let them hoes fuck me Cause we always got two different ideas of getting lucky Young got the mutes talking Paraplegics walking And nigga I ain’t Jewish But I’m smoking like I’m Ballin I just bought a sheet and ain’t none of yall pitch in So ain’t none of yall trippin Fuck I’m tired of being friendly i’m the illest I’m the God So fuck with me got Niggas reading the quran Just tryna get in touch with me Am crazy for getting high Or is this high getting crazy I been alone and been stoned Before Cudi was ragin Cocaine cowboy Smoke like aces My dick hanging out And yo wife say she wan taste it The hood that I come from Really ain’t hood though DSK hoe Muhfucker dis largo The diamonds I’ve acquired now belong in an art show And my bezel easily could turn the summer to Fargo Fuck turnt up I’m zangief in the red But it’s cool I went metal German suplex special Copy me, never They don’t make me in stencils You gon need a couple protractors rulers and pencils new pair of frames Maybe get a new table Paperweights for the corners to Keep the four legs stable And even after all of that The angles won’t be straight She nose dived in the plate And can’t feel her face They know who tf I am And wtf I be on Which is OK Just don’t hmu for tabs when I’m on and In the game Im steve Austin Ken masters shawn michaels Quan chi and Liu Kang Abe from odd world and max Payne In the jetta looking warn as sweater Flying down Harry s To come and smoke with my niggas And when my bitch left I got lil bit flustered But I just let it go like it burned when I touched it Ty Ty

ayo its tylisha haskins Mr red magic Ridin in the Saturn Doin what you imagine Gripping on the cannon Aiming at the titans Open up ya eyes You might miss the lightening I make this shit exciting Call a nigga Call a hoe Relaxing in mansion Rolling up and watching blow used to rock straight backs And watch samurai Jack But now its like i sport a cane monocle and top hat Nuts off the screw juice crawling up the wall again Reciting quotes from snatch monologing for the mannequins got at em at stand still About to drop the anvil 5 time 5 time 5 time 5 time 5 time World heavyweight fuckin champion Spinaroni scissor kick Splash Bitch its Vader time If you plan on takin mine We can have some face time The mac’ll take a bite up out cha apple Fry ya hard drive When the smoke subsides Ill be higher than bitch Off the combination Of promethazine and cannabis My teacher named obranivich Used to give me gold stars Now i smoke enough to eat a couple And a quasar I don’t need radars I know where im going bitch Straight to the Grammys with the fam Off the opiates Would you believe they all used to call me Stanley ipkiss But Now i got the mask on Come give the green man a kiss Eat a bomb save the girl skate in a banana suit Take her home smash the box like im crash banditcoot Shouts out to murder mook, lux, and Reed dollaz too Amphetamines and morphine laced inside Haikus Me and you is like a zapdos against raichu I don’t have to fight you my gengar’ll bite chu Im something like a bible but nothing like a bible My lyrics are insightful You talk of what you might do moonwalk like Micheal But lean like the Eiffel Fuck like the dude But eat pussy like a dyke do You ain’t got sauce You ain’t even learn to make the rue I keep my mind on the paper Always been the rule and Im a fox Im sexy as a bitch I keep my curls tight I get my dick gripped Im ty ty You nobody knows I great taste I wear cool clothes She say she wan fuck So i was like cool And then we did the nasty Like licorice soup Im in a 4 door Cause i don’t like coupes I pack a boomstick Im sweeping up troops Setting up the tripod For the new shoot Dad cap Wide frames And the chair too That’s who i be to you Mr director Selector could you play my shit Or ill be sliding thru ya chimney like ol saint Nick Bitch i po it by the 8 and i drank not sip Unleash the kraken In the booth and i sink yo ship Tylisha haskins dsk Wait till i drop my new shit