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