Young Cash Register AKA Lil Broomstick
Bowsette
[Verse 1]
Wait, feeling myself got yo bitch on my breath
Cause she sucking my dick while I beat up her cat
Matter fact her mans all mad cause I bite her ass like a Ratata
Diamonds and minerals
She on my genitals
Fuck her in general
You are my minimal
You just a minute man, minuteman
Dick small looking like a minivan
Hold the strap on me bruh someone get my selfie stick
Two Glocks on me like Ben and Jerry gon hit a lick
That bitch so savage she snapchats when she suck my dick
She feel sick
Bitch I'm with shits, make me hit yo shit
With my-
Draco, give you halo whеn your head blow
Metal to your face likе Mabel
Cable, your dream girl looking like a fable
Watch me while I flip her ass up on table
(Mhh)
Pull up I'm an enderman
(Mhh)
Teleport to yo crib again
(Mhh)
Fender bender on her render end
Bullet shells neverland when I'm PeterPan
[Break]
Yuh, you n***as is toast
I pull up in ghost
You doing the most
I fuck up a hoe
And let her mans know
Got ice on my nose
Like I'm a cub cho
No pokemon go
Got the AK but nobody knows

[Verse 2]
Take a vaca, cause when you come back
You better not lack
When I come attack
You better have balls
Or come with a sack
These n***as came back when my pockets got fat
Put benjamins first, leave bitches in last
Made off in the rari', I did the dash
My money like sonic, I got it fast
I'm in love with the greenery
Didn't like the picture frame on me
You know I had to change the scenery
All my guns got apostrophes
All my enemies bottle me, follow me
N***a won't startle me give me head ache
Like a thot (thought) on me
[Verse 3]
I vogue like Madonna
Watch me go viral when I flex while fucking your daughter
Cosmo or Wanda
Wish that these n***as will learn when I light up like Sauna
Why even bother, she'll call me daddy paraddy but I'm not her father
I'm a Blue bomber, vintage Burberry feeling like i'm
Megaman (uh) x3
Said it three times, bloody mary-man
Ready all my bodies Reggie Fils-ame
Gotta have a couple hunned bands just to feature me
Pussy n***a wanna start that beef again
But this fucking choppa gotta better plan
Shawty blow me off like the ceiling fan
I'm a crip tonight, where that Superman