"MR. ANDERSON" lyrics

Whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Beep, beep
Beep, beep, beep (Harzia)
Beep, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt-skrt-skrt
Uh, Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom

I got a dark soul, it's a black cloud
It's a star show, bitch I'm mad now
AR blow, bitch I'm eating-eating escargot
Lamborghini, bugatti, we the best car show
Uh, hustle crack, stuffin racks in my cargos
I ain't rapping, bitch I'm trapping, scanning barcodes
I ain't capping, It's a platinum, Audemar glow
I gotta match the stick, match it with the kicks in my wardrobe
Uh, in my wardrobe
I gotta match the stick, match it with the kicks in my wardrobe
I gotta smash a bitch, ask your bitch, I'm the oracle
In my spaceship, swerving through a fucking portal
Like The Matrix, Mr. Anderson immortal
I'm Mr. Walking Dead, hammers like I'm Carl, uh
Shoot at them walkers with this hammer I'm immoral
At your funeral dancing, got them startled, uh

When I ride up, clapping on my white horse
Imma knock your fucking captain off his high horse
You can't stop-stop Sleezy with his tri-force
Imma pop his top just like a wine cork

I ain't talkin, bitch I'm talkin Ben Frank, uh, uh
I ain't walkin, bitch I'm walkin in banks, uh, uh
I ain't walking, bitch I'm sliding twin tanks, uh, uh
I'm shooting up your boy band, *NSYNC
I'm jumping on your bitch with my uzi, big thunder
I'm jumping off the cliff, like the movie Midsommar
I'm jumping on your bitch with my uzi, big thunder
I'm jumping off the cliff, like the movie Midsommar

When I ride up, clapping on my white horse
Imma knock your fucking captain off his high horse
You can't stop-stop Sleezy with his tri-force
Imma pop his top just like a wine cork
When I ride up, clapping on my white horse
Imma knock your fucking captain off his high horse
You can't stop-stop Sleezy with his tri-force
Imma pop his top just like a wine cork

Clapping on my white horse
Off his high horse
Sleezy with his tri-force
Sleezy with his tri-force