Caveman

Lyrics

[Intro] (Getta Beats) [Verse] I think I'm a caveman, I pulled up on a T-rex Show that steerin' wheel off, it's a sleeve check Try that punch out, boy, it's a ping check Put that pint in the freezer, it's a lean check Mind of a maniac, I woke up shootin' at my shadow Robbers already ready, they ain't lootin' for no ammo Think it's Call of Duty, pull a boozy in commando Calrizzian, I'm in the ship, zoomin' like I'm Lando Cali' in Byron, my lawyer, yeah, he Jewish MegaTron, touchdown, hell yeah, she threw it I ain't BabyChief', but hell yeah, we do it Bro don't pop Perc' tens, like, hell yeah, he chewin' All the Bape in the closet made a monkey like I'm Stewie Bitch, you got a funky butt, funky breath, funky coochie What the fuck goin' on? I think someone laced my shrooms I got paid granny age and she old as shit The walk-in a cry baby, you be throwin' fits Throwin' dubs in they face, nah, shows my shit Lock in, how you ain't got no goals to hit? Huh, I just wanna band and some more I just wanna trend, that's the goal Ordinary civilian, I need my ski' on Hell yeah, I skip arm day, but my weed strong PowerPuff, SB's, I'm Professor Utonium Can't believe nowadays, they be flexin' zirconian Cactus Jack T on and the neck say "Utopia" All this gun smoke and Zotti, cannot hand me an opiate Boy, she a six at the best, don't gas your girl The fiends fallin' off the needle like Astro World Lil' mama on VS, she'll pass on pearis Swervin' Urus trucks, bitch, watch the Lambo twirl I wouldn't gamble with your life, this ain't DraftKings Why you go to FanDuel with your last cheese? Killin' black Chrome Heart like I'm Batwing When you see Jimmy on the road, ain't DeGrassi Hit him with that Drac', watch him disappear like Gatsby Blunt full of muffins, you would think it's from the pantry We be all through lil' Ypsi just like Ramsay He ain't never live up to the hype, Marcus Camby Ain't no pen, ain't no pad, just some brainpower Drummin' gang, hit the club, make it rain shower When I did go to school, scam was eighth hour First ones here, I guess that make the whip the Mayflower We just three deep, me, James, and Mayfield Why you got a vest on? I hope you got a brain shield High as hell, she like, "Boy, the signs ain't you" If everything else fails, just remain real Kitchen full of blue jays, Vlad Guerrero I told Lando, "Drive Vetty or the stabbed Camaro" So much white in the spot, look like Cracker Barrel I never even seen Nev, it's just McNamara I told neph' shoot his gun and stop actin' scary You ain't even got a ring, why you actin' merry? The Glock got thirty-one in it, January Gelato everything, what you need, apple, cherry? Every time you go and perform, the club's dead They know I got the ups in this Hawk, spud whip Jeans loaded like a order out of Spud Headz Tool on me, state troop trailin', that's a gut wrench This bitch got everything but rent All the back-up crib, that's some buckhead I might pull a YNW on you, what is trust, friend? I'ma call her Beavis, I don't get nothin' but head [Outro] Nyeh, heh