"ROBBER BARON" lyrics

And they be like "Drive safe" but what if I don't?
He's an off-brand chase
We got hooli at home
I feel like a fucking loser
Put that tool to my dome
That's a thousand for some pants?
Who is Louis Vuitton?

I'm never braking for pedestrians who glues to a phone
'Bout to turn you to a pancake, stupid
You're gone
Beware of dog, but its owner's the one chewing the bone
If I exist, I'm the only one who's doing it wrong

Pull your pants up, yungin
Why the fuck you want your butt out?
You got a good grip
Think she tryna pop a nut out
I guess I'm all alone with my Randy Jackson cutout
Bumping Charlie Manson and tryna squeeze some blood out

I don't feel attached to a soul
You can all die
Portishead
Fucking dummy
This is all mine
Don't go getting squeamish on me 'cause you hogtied
I give 'em hope, but know I'm killing 'em the whole time

If I can't make you happy, then I'll cut a smile on you
This where you reside?
I just pulled the file on you
Mickey 17
Let me breathe in this ammonia
Send in all the troops
I can't take it any longer

Arrest this man
Reckless clan
My ego's even bigger on some Texas land
51-50'd once my head gets scanned
Could blackout with two hands on your neck
Quit playing

Think I hear sirens
Randy knew his son was on them drugs
Joe Biden
I'm not really living
Just ain't dying
It's surviving
Permanently fried due to use of psilocybin
I guess I'll count to ten, but I know right where you hiding

Bitches backing off understanding the assignment
The warden 'bout to send me to the hole for confinement
When it's time to leave, salutations to my fine shit
One foot in the grave and the other in your behind, bitch