Assessment Patties

Lyrics

[Intro] We can't stop, non-stop, can't stop Vic Spencer has a new battery pack and he's ready to go Ooh What the fuck [Verse] Never soul-searching in my forties Making moves with my roadies, smoking forties with a shorty (Babe) Receive game, the heat sting It's sort of like a bee sting I don't really know what the beneath bring A psychological assessment is the testament Ever since I stopped being cool with rappers, not stressing shit (Naw) Smooth out my own problems, I'm my own coach (That's right) When I was young as hell I hung with the old folks Make the song hurt Fourteen hours I'm spazzing on cold nuts When I had the low cut I was the one taking chance with the other niggas and not getting the love Now everybody and their momma [?] That's why I sweep that shit under a rug (Fuck) When you rebel they never want you to speak about it When you see a nigga starving you can't eat around him (Naw, naw) We plotting on your plans cause them niggas some pussy boys You can tell the difference between confidence and paranoid I'm eating ribs but my outfit is plant-based Ass shake Girl with the fat cakes (Babe) Twinkies ain't got shit on her (Naw) When you wear the Lizzo fit The mother fucking cheeks on her Is magnificent I mean she actually said "Can I get the Lizzo fit?" They put it together for her Then she went in the dressing room, put that mother fucker on I come out and see her in that mother fucker The thong is gone I didn't even think she had them bitches on Real talk Man You know what I'm saying I ain't had no tickets to go to the game though Took her to that lake