Shout out CONNIE for the beat
And shout out every Lil Dicky fan
Every real Lil Dicky fan, I love you
Mad at me, I never sweat it
They don't know the strategy
I never get into it but the batteries is really fully charged
When it's them or me
I love flattery, oh, you'd rather it me?
It's been a while, yeah, I got the mileage up
Tell me who dialed as us?
Sittin' round waiting but nobody calling my bluff (damn, mm)
Don't get checked, I'm saying
All this tech, I'm saying
That's your best, well, maybe
Y'all should prep or plan, I been cheffing crazy
I'm the best, damn (who, me?)
I'ma geek, with a beat
This ol' freak, like my freak
Tongue in cheek, lemme be
Let her come in I'ma G, y'all are Z's
Tell me about 'em they weak
Tell me about what you need
If it's the mystique that you gotta see
Then I'm gettin' blue, Rebecca Romijn (mm)
I'm so silly huh? Hit my Millie Rock, that Lil Dicky bop
Clam bake, y'all cooked
On some Gwen Stefani, I'll leave No Doubt
Don't speak, bro, you know it's all in the bank
I got a lil check coming in like every single week
Goddamn 175 thousand
Wait, got Walt Disney up on my shit, dog
We ain't gotta talk about selling albums, naw
But an overall deal couldn't overall heal my shit
I gotta come clown 'em
Go ahead, doubt him
Who's real and who bout it?
Coming back, I'm not a running back
I'm never cutting back, I'm taking everything
I got a wedding ring, a lot of friends and family
But I tell 'em ain't no disrespect
But I'm the only specimen, I got a regimen
I got 'em sweating like it's gym, we on the track
Lemme jog your shit, it's coming back?
Make 'em run it back (eugh)
They gonn' play this shit back, they will play it back
They will play this shit back, they will play it back
They will show my highlight real when I am done in fact
I will show you all my skills and how I wanted that (yeah)
I just do it all 'cause I got talent like that
I been really out here fucking on this beat from the back
Doggy style, gun 'em down, cock it back
Full clip, well, I hate guns actually
But I'm tryna go at 'em like blll
I'm tryna get dough off the blap
I'm tryna get dough off the dome, though
I got unlimited flows in the bag
I'm tryna pull up to the hotel, why is the bellhop looking like that
You know I gotta keep it low pro, Mike Porter's brother with the bags
But I ain't going out the sad way, they really wanna get it we can rap
Naw, they'll never do that sub 10 guys doing this, damn
I'm generous, it's probably 5 Guys like my lunch plan
Heat up like Bam, fuck with a GOAT and I'm playing (eugh)
W ref, W bars, W my girl holler when I'm all in it
Even though it's little, I don't fall out
Gotta slide in it, hands full, plate full
I ain't really nothin' to call out
How I never even sold out, and what I got in store's going all out
What are you talking about?
Going nutty like a ball out, you know I ball out
I got folks bugging, shit buzzing, you know I'm on
Money stretching to the heavens, Clay Davis my shit long (shiit)
Really saving all the money even though I'm rich, rest in peace to Homie Quan
Gotta live it up for everyone until I'm gone
When they will play this shit back, they will play it back
They will play this shit back, they will play it back
They will show my highlight real when I am done in fact
I will show you all my skills and how I wanted that (ugh)
This the type of shit, they could play up in a layup line
This the type of shit, they could play up in a layup line
This the type of shit, they could play up in a layup line
This the type of shit, they could play up in a (uh, uh)
Bam Bam holiday, new Lil Dicky drop today
Son 'em, call him Poppa Dave
Coming off the top, toupee, eugh
