SPONGEBOB & PATRICK

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp)

I say I'm ballin', I'm havin', I know they can't stand it (Uh-huh)

I'm tired of bein' humble, man, I'm turnin' up my savage

SpongeBob my Xannies, these pink 10s, they Patrick (Ooh)

I get the red for the cheap, I'm on my Mr. Krabs shit

You lil' **** like Plankton, want my sauce, you can't have it

I'm tired of **** reminiscing when they used to have it (Shut the fuck up)

It's money out here every day, you better go and grab it (Hah)

The shit that I been through, man, you **** couldn't handle it (Not at all)

Smokin' Gerski in the presi' suite, pay the damages (Fuck it)

My babies went and handle it, I gotta pay my savages (My ****)

I got ten in the envelope, no point in rubber bandin' it (Why?)

Them bullets hit your head, you gotta shave it on some Casper shit

Know I love a classy bitch, I don't want no average bitch (Uh-uh)

I look her in her eyes, now she on that drunk and nasty shit (Ooh)

Twenty-five for the one dips, remember I used to plastic clip (Remember?)

Kingpin in my blood, I'm the only one tried that scammin' shit (They scary)

Spilled the lean on my pants, upped the prices of the denim (Damn)

You look better than some Wock', I know that pussy taste like syrup (Ooh)

I'm the **** 'bout to take over the city like I'm Billups (Damn)

I did more numbers at Detroit Mercy than Rashad Phillips

Was taught a million dollars worth of game before I knew 'bout Gillie (I was)

We put Off-White on our coats every time that it get chilly (Yeah)

Two hundred on the dash, watch me stab, hat cocked to the back (Skrrt)

Glock right in my lap, ain't no point of havin' it in the stash

I feel like Ivo, I ain't have no team, I put it on my back (Uh-huh)

I stand my ten against whoever, give a fuck, you big as Shaq

I found a lane, put my **** on, now how real is that? (How?)

She asked me what's my hobbies? I said syrup, music, countin' racks (That's it)

Too much money all over the country, ****, I can't sit still (Uh-uh)

She like, "Damn, you DaeMoney? Yeah, you a big deal" (DaeMoney)

Van Cleef ankle bracelet, that's just for my bitch heels (Yeah)

Boy, you dick suckin' a lot, talkin' 'bout your rich twin (Lame-ass ****)

Summertime in Detroit, I might go white, Rich Ken

Rockin' buffies, but these are Chrome Hearts, you a kid

I'm with your bae, sneak off to the A like I'm Lou Will'

They know I don't give a fuck, what can these people do for real? (For real)

Talkin' 'bout you **** beefin', who the fuck you **** kill? (Who?)

**** watched that trap war, now they thinkin' that they drill (Wow)

It be hard to show emotion, but these denim, yeah, they Tears

And real shit, I'm tired of **** speakin' on me, that shit weird (**** weird)

(Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp)

**** can't fuck with me, ****, how they live?

Show me that shit, man

They could never fuck with me, these **** know just who I am

What the fuck, ****?