Hyperbole - Fijimacintosh

Pull up in a coupe, why your tints so black?

I’ma hit your bitch like a baseball bat

I’ma hit the plug like a baseball bat

In too deep and I can’t come back

Made her throw up when she look at the tag

All blue hundreds in the Burberry bag

Chasin' the cheese like a muhfuckin' rat (Slime)

Pardon my steez, but you stealin' my swag

It’s in my jean, it go «ratatatat» (Slime)

I’m in the club but I’m way in the back

While you spendin' your money and throwin' the racks (Slime)

All the chains that chill on my neck

I think I’m havin' an asthma attack (Slime)

Oh, you used to fuck with me, I think that you need to relax

All my cups are bubbly, I fell asleep while countin' the racks

Oh, she so stuck to me, but we didn’t have nothin' but sex

All these rappers hyperboles, bitch, don’t compare me to that

Drippin' in some Vetement shit, I ain’t get this from my dad

Countin' big-ass hundreds and fifties, big-ass titties, litty bitty

Raf Simmons, feel like Nicki, pretty penny, pull up Remy

Crash so fast you hear the engi', oh my God, might pop a wheelie

All this ice, my neck so chilly, all my hoes, they love me dearly

I smoke the gas just to give me a break (Break)

Take me away, lil' bitch get out my face (Face)

If he talk down, we gon' come where he stay (Fuh-fuh-fuh)

Thirty round drum hit that boy in the face (Yeah)

I need my chips, no Chips Ahoy!

She ride the dick like all aboard

I used to ride in a Honda Accord

Now I’m a type and I’m hard to afford

Went and bought moms a Porsche

Ridin' the push-to-lift-the-door

It’s hard to get out the fucking coupe

It’s too close to the floor

Pull up in a coupe, why your tints so black?

I’ma hit your bitch like a baseball bat

I’ma hit the plug like a baseball bat

In too deep and I can’t come back

Made her throw up when she look at the tag

All blue hundreds in the Burberry bag

Chasin' the cheese like a muhfuckin' rat (Slime)

Pardon my steez, but you stealin' my swag

It’s in my jean, it go «ratatatat» (Slime)

I’m in the club but I’m way in the back

While you spendin' your money and throwin' the racks (Slime)

All the chains that chill on my neck

I think I’m havin' an asthma attack (Slime)

Oh, you used to fuck with me, I think that you need to relax

All my cups are bubbly, I fell asleep while countin' the racks

Oh, she so stuck to me, but we didn’t have nothin' but sex

All these rappers hyperboles, bitch, don’t compare me to that

Drippin' in some Vetement shit, I ain’t get this from my dad