"WD40" lyrics
(feat. Ramirez)
Bye-bye
She think it's some—
She, she think it's some—
Your appointment—
She, she, she, she
She, she, she, she
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop— (She think it's some—)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop— (She, she, she, she, she think it's some—)
She got too much baggage, told that bitch to hit the carousel (She, she, she, she)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop and chill (She, she, she, she)
WD-40, pour me, two Porches in Portland
Call me corky 'cause I left corks on the floorboards of the lobby
From the North Shore, I'm big body, but I tour more internationally
Put my dick between her hoops like it was full-court with the referee
I'm a ball-tosser and gobstopper, a jawbreaker and guap-caller
A shot-caller, would shock you, what's on my neck? It's a dog collar
I call my bro, said, "Do not take bro serious, they just talkers"
He started with his finger on the nine just like a cop caller, a cop caller
I cannot call her queen 'cause she a sinner, snake, and side-piece
I call her Gilbert 'cause she God-free (Yeah)
Skin vaniller, but I'm a killer-killer, meet my parents, meet the Millers
So many medicine bottles, house was built off pills and pillars, pills and pillars
So many medicine bottles, I could fill a script and cure disease
I'm Hercules, irk you to leave and spillin' seed
After the seed spill, I'm back doin' street drills
'Til my WD-40's repackaged and refilled, ayy
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop— (She think it's some—)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop— (She, she, she, she, she think it's some—)
She got too much baggage, told that bitch to hit the carousel (She, she, she, she)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop and chill (She, she, she, she, ayy)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop— (She think it's some—)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop— (She, she, she, she, she think it's some—)
She got too much baggage, told that bitch to hit the carousel (She, she, she, she)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop and chill (She, she, she, she, ayy)
Bitch, Ramy a venereal, stalk in the dark, a serial
Bastard of raw material, crackin' up at your vigil (Brrat)
(Pissin') Pissin' on your tombstone, bringin' havoc's habitual
(Call me) Call me Danny Phantom, I fuck her, then turn invisible
(Make you) Make you bite the curb, I stomp you out like my name Vineyard
Put a hex on all my enemies, moppin' 'em with the Swiffer (Ayy)
Super soaker leave 'em broken in the middle of the street (Street)
Welcome to the Terrordome, motherfucker, better bring your heat
Swing the Honda Civic like it's a Porsche and not give a fuck
She say that she wants to stay a virgin, so I'm— (In her butt)
All you see is smoke released from my lungs when I'm in the cut
Watch you come from ashes and I'll return you to fuckin' dust (Bitch, ayy)
Bitch, I'm Ramy Krueger, you can catch me lurkin' deep up in your dreams
Hit you with somethin' fatal for thinkin' that this shit is sweet
Whip out your spine and leavin' you frozen at a sub-degree
Put all your goods inside of my bag like it's trick-or-treat (Brr, ayy)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop— (She think it's some—)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop— (She, she, she, she, she think it's some—)
She got too much baggage, told that bitch to hit the carousel (She, she, she, she)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop and chill (She, she, she, she)
Well, well, well, what's up, brother? It's your boy, Kam Patterson, man
I'm glad you took my advice, you're finally blowin' up again
'Bout fuckin' time, shit
What, you fell off for like four years? Mm
Aw, man, that's a long time to be nothin'
Hey, I'm glad you're figurin' it back out, bruh
I'm proud of you
She think it's some—
She, she think it's some—
Your appointment—
She, she, she, she
She, she, she, she
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop— (She think it's some—)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop— (She, she, she, she, she think it's some—)
She got too much baggage, told that bitch to hit the carousel (She, she, she, she)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop and chill (She, she, she, she)
WD-40, pour me, two Porches in Portland
Call me corky 'cause I left corks on the floorboards of the lobby
From the North Shore, I'm big body, but I tour more internationally
Put my dick between her hoops like it was full-court with the referee
I'm a ball-tosser and gobstopper, a jawbreaker and guap-caller
A shot-caller, would shock you, what's on my neck? It's a dog collar
I call my bro, said, "Do not take bro serious, they just talkers"
He started with his finger on the nine just like a cop caller, a cop caller
I cannot call her queen 'cause she a sinner, snake, and side-piece
I call her Gilbert 'cause she God-free (Yeah)
Skin vaniller, but I'm a killer-killer, meet my parents, meet the Millers
So many medicine bottles, house was built off pills and pillars, pills and pillars
So many medicine bottles, I could fill a script and cure disease
I'm Hercules, irk you to leave and spillin' seed
After the seed spill, I'm back doin' street drills
'Til my WD-40's repackaged and refilled, ayy
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop— (She think it's some—)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop— (She, she, she, she, she think it's some—)
She got too much baggage, told that bitch to hit the carousel (She, she, she, she)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop and chill (She, she, she, she, ayy)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop— (She think it's some—)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop— (She, she, she, she, she think it's some—)
She got too much baggage, told that bitch to hit the carousel (She, she, she, she)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop and chill (She, she, she, she, ayy)
Bitch, Ramy a venereal, stalk in the dark, a serial
Bastard of raw material, crackin' up at your vigil (Brrat)
(Pissin') Pissin' on your tombstone, bringin' havoc's habitual
(Call me) Call me Danny Phantom, I fuck her, then turn invisible
(Make you) Make you bite the curb, I stomp you out like my name Vineyard
Put a hex on all my enemies, moppin' 'em with the Swiffer (Ayy)
Super soaker leave 'em broken in the middle of the street (Street)
Welcome to the Terrordome, motherfucker, better bring your heat
Swing the Honda Civic like it's a Porsche and not give a fuck
She say that she wants to stay a virgin, so I'm— (In her butt)
All you see is smoke released from my lungs when I'm in the cut
Watch you come from ashes and I'll return you to fuckin' dust (Bitch, ayy)
Bitch, I'm Ramy Krueger, you can catch me lurkin' deep up in your dreams
Hit you with somethin' fatal for thinkin' that this shit is sweet
Whip out your spine and leavin' you frozen at a sub-degree
Put all your goods inside of my bag like it's trick-or-treat (Brr, ayy)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop— (She think it's some—)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop— (She, she, she, she, she think it's some—)
She got too much baggage, told that bitch to hit the carousel (She, she, she, she)
WD-40 on my cell and cock and drop and chill (She, she, she, she)
Well, well, well, what's up, brother? It's your boy, Kam Patterson, man
I'm glad you took my advice, you're finally blowin' up again
'Bout fuckin' time, shit
What, you fell off for like four years? Mm
Aw, man, that's a long time to be nothin'
Hey, I'm glad you're figurin' it back out, bruh
I'm proud of you
