Oh, well, imagine
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I can't help but to hear
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words
"What a beautiful wedding!
What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter
Alright hold up
Let me chill the fuck out
99 bitch (99)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Panic in my disco when he off of the sativa
Bitch, I'm movin' onto Tina, I ain't fuckin' with Geneva
If you lookin' for a handout, I ain't fuckin' with you either
I get paid to stand and speak, just like a Walmart greeter
When I took her out to Beni's, she done turned into an eater (Wow)
Rollin' up that Gary, that shit louder than a speaker, uh
Do I pull up in a Dodge RAM or a two-seater? (Uh-huh)
Takin' trips around the world damn we some sightseers
I got bands up in this bitch
You rockin' Abercrombie & Fitch
Im rollin' seven, like I'm Vick
We creepin' all black, John Wick
You shootin' shit, no Rod Strick
But you gon' need aim assist
He better stop talkin' like ticks (Yeah)
I put this ring up on my fist, uh (Ok)
Now I feel like I just went to Golden Sun (Golden Sun)
Yeah, I got Nathaniel 'bout to ice me this shit weigh a ton
And I fee like Thugger in the booth havin' so much fun
She up on her knees givin' tooth yeah she givin' gums
Oh, well, imagine
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I can't help but to hear (Yeah man)
This shit come to easy to me nowadays
I just be hoppin' in the booth and sayin' shit
Runnin' Yuri bitch I'm coming with the vocals (Vocals)
Going coast to coast 99 he been a mobile
Yeah the venue tried to give me six racks I need my totals
No you will not see me drink a six pack I need the Coke
Give it right back
Ten flat bitch I need my bun
She gon' give neck throw it back put it in a bun
If you in my dm's pussy better come cash ready
I've been creepin' up for five nights I feel like I'm Freddy
I've been stackin' up the fetti'
I got these racks on me plenty
Bitch we move fast and cruise past you ridin' in a Chevy (Damn)
Grooms bride is a whore
We boutta raise the score
The chop still on the floor
Yeah that's my mi amor
I got these coins out like Luigi
Wiping it off her face with a squeegee (Wow)
She sucking the spirit out like ouija
She givin' dumb head off the heezy
He tryna pull off his skits purleazy
I got the death beam like I'm freezy (Damn)
I go and catch me a misdemeanor
"What a beautiful wedding
What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter
"And, yes, but what a shame
What a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore"
