Lyrics

K Bibbles! Oh shit – I'm a silly motherfucker Okay, I'm silly don't care, no millionaire – yet Pretty boy, got flair, all the bitches go "WOO!" like Flair Cuz nobody else compares and to the others it isn't fair They're so aware of his potential, it's why they always sit and stare They think his head is filled with air, but he's just rare, and doesn't care, plus there's no way you compare Come try to steal my lair – this my dojo Never goin' homo, don't even try bro (I don't really care!) Just stay away from my bum, no thumbs, if you think that it's fun, I'll get the gun – bitch! Cock back then I pull it, say hello to bullet, don't fuck with a dude with a mullet Got nothin' to lose, like black Air Force Ones If we're talkin' bout money, I got a ton If we're talkin' 'bout the truth, then I guess you found the one And if you're tryna smoke, then let's roll up a blunt Silly boy, but a cunt, doin' stunts, jumpin' up and doin' backflips if that's what I want Which it is, so I do it really quick, grab ya clit, then I lick it, like a popsicle stick And you love it cuz I'm rich, ain't that right? Positively impossible to resist – don't fight it And this my story so I'll write it, I hope that you despise, your jealousy only leaves me delighted I smoked a spliff so I'm kited, feelin' like I'm flyin', the goofball is back, there's no denying New boot goofin' in goofy goober disguises, shit is timeless, what the fuck am I saying? But I am rhyming Bibby Boy got style, although my name is Kyle, I never buy Monsters but I've punched drywall Never once read the bible, but the pages are great for rolling papes if you're out to take the high road God damnit I'm clever, way better than anything you've ever seen so get your shit together I'm the storm you can't weather, ask Heather, she popped that pussy open then she dropped it like a feather Pussy fire when it's wetter, so it's settled, bring that coochie over here you delicate lil flower pedal That throat game deserve a medal, let's go get you some metal, a lady like you should feel special Oh shit, what did I just start? Now everyone's gonna think I have a heart, better fart Holy shit, I felt a shart, oh my lord, oh my god, now I'm hippity hoppin' away like I'm a frog – ribbit ribbit Motherfucker got gills – and we still Still drinkin', still smokin', blowin' coke 'n', put my thumb up in your but if you leave it too open Oooh, I'm a winner, just like the Born Sinner, J Cole, let's get dinner You probably think I'm just beginner, but bars what I deliver, let's stack us some dough like we got a printer Why I'm talkin' 'bout Cole on a Wayne beat? I'm not really sure, but I'm Damn Sure that I am elite Motherfucker got skills – what Not in it for the money, but I really want a milli, maybe billi, actually some day I know I'll get a trilli – that's real Y'all already know the deal, mass appeal is unreal, it's pretty clear – cracker