I'm off the leash, and I'm foaming at the mouth
Let me eat, at the beach
Girls apply that SPF down to my feet
C'est la vie
Veggie platters, this mimosa super sweet
Sucking teeth, once I give the go-ahead then you can speak
This a smackdown, Friday nights at 8
Put my hands up, it's a pat down
Think she TSA, who's that talking in the background?
Don't you say it's Chase
Only time I'm saving face is when I tell her she can suck my dick later
Yeah my shoes is alligator, blacked out Lincoln Navigator
Pockets on that AC Slater, you gon' need your calculator
She was just a hot potato, dip and tipper to the waiter
In the valley, back with alley cats, graffiti kids and skaters
Hella shit to celebrate, we gon' post some bottles up
This ain't social media, but all these hoes gon' follow us
Alex told me get him, so I got him, ain't no problem bruh
Don't bring up no past relations, you might dig a fossil up (dumbass hoe)
CT giving out buckets, every IG pic she blushes
CT totin' that Cutlass, you and your squad just muggers
CT come with that ruckus, pull a few strings on puppets
CT brought 'em all justice, give a girl dick, no buckets
Make that ride on Sunset, you might see sum'
Fuck that neighborhood, just go and be sum'
Say she don't like rappers, but she wanna meet one though
He was sippin' 40 ounces, smoking tree trunks, ho
You know Chase
I been new him way back at Penny Rose, shit no way?
He was bucktooth wiping boogers on his clothes, punchin' face
Catch that attitude, but just don't slam my door
Sausage gumbo, soup and crackers, it was him he caught a cold
High school they hated, wish they was half as creative
I would never give no bitch a ring, but when we fuck I'd debate it
Now place your bets on a favorite, my bad I felt obligated
To show two chicks my location and then I patiently waited
I go Cujo on the town till you slide me my bowl of kibble
Turn the tables, then I pivot, you think I picked up my dribble
Lollygagging all through practice, cause fuck it, that's Ish Kabibble
Sign some shit for your lil' cousin, my signature's just a scribble
Bitch I'm Ebeneezer
I eat hella Caesar Salads with the spinach dip n' pita
I got Susan's, Edie's, ain't you seen my Eva?
Couple eaters, I walk out with bags like I left Harris Teeter
Mr. Weaver, won't you feel my head, I guess she got a fever