Mr. Hanky Testo

You're not making this easy Kyle

Heard they tried to take me as the nice guy, nice try
Double A twelve, pulled up, turned his block into Five Guys
I got hippie guns, gallery department tie dye
Real life spaceships, we ain't livin' sci-fi
I can tell she wanna fuck doin' all that side-eyein'

You try and take a half a dollar from me, you gon' die tryin'
Often oxy hittin' stains, bitch I feel like Billy Mays Million dollar game, yeah I'm the king, I'm in my gilly phase
I'm the shit like Mr. Hanky
Shoot the .38 with both hands, the trigger janky
Hangin' out the window if it's issues, I ain't goin on a rant
Two grams short of half in the slabs, Za Morant
Scratchin' opps off the list, that shit like
Shit, I knew the brick was fake, shit ain't even got a stamp
Mountain Dew on lava lamp, if he high, ain't gotta camp
Number one contender, put me in the ring, go drop the champ
Lil' brodie manned up and volunteered to hit the ten
One hoe getting boring, tell that bitch to bring a friend
Serenede jeans stack, these are not no RTA's
Fuck a ARP, I pull up, with RTK
This shit up and down, kinda like a see-saw
Aston Martin with the horses, pull off in the yee-haw
Put your album in the dumpster, that shit sounded weak sauce

Every day of the calendar
I'm pickin' up what you puttin' down like I got scavenger
I ain't got no shame in my game, Frank Gallagher