LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeJack and The Beanstalk
They don't paint pictures, they just trace meOdd Future, I'm your mothafucking sergeantNigga, I'm in charge, I fuck with FreshjiveCause I get it, no charge, and Bbc for the low priceNo barging, nigga that's a bargainCow print t-shirt like mothafucking dogOn the mothafucking farm with cockadoddle doodlesI'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodleAnd my dick must be dog food to these bitches' poodlesFelines on the free time, I'm tossing bitches' saladsAnd I'm eating up they croutons, Erica to MilanWe was flying to Milan, was supposed to go to BangkokUntil she figured out that she don't really like to bang cockTo Soho, Baby Milo so dopeThe cocaine flow, niggas spit heat, propaneNiggas get the picture, I see, why?(They don't paint pictures, they just trace me)My nigga, no hookNo hook, fuck a hookYo, beside me, nobody likes meMainly because I am not a fucking HypebeastI think Supreme suck, we gnarly on our NikesI can wear some Wranglers, with a fucking White TDoo-rags to match, and I do sagIn fact, my hat is in tact with the Fubu pull overNigga, you pull over, fuck a Rover RangeAnd I'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strangeAnd I'm the only fucking rapper without a chainWith a four finger ring like I can't spell my fucking nameAnd I go to Obama rallies screaming out "Mccain"Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gangAnd the dirty Ladera, I can't forget where I came fromNigga, you don't claim none, fan I am the teacherWhite and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebraCandies in my pocket, I see you niggas on Easter(It's gold) The gold is in the back(It's gold) The bitch is in the front(It's gold) The beat's a fucking bully(Go home) The lyric's just a punk, man(Gold) The pink is in the sky(That shit's gold) The gold is in my mind(It's gold) The mind is in my goldThe beat is turning old, so goSynthesizer, I'm the mothafucking masterNigga, I'm a bastard, I fuck with chord keysCause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer songAnd a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elasticNigga, you can bite this, unless you want to bite backI didn't take my fucking Ritalin, this is a hype trackHypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shitI had you motherfuckers eating salad like a fat bitchDrop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.M, banging on yourAce the Creator, drop the drums, nigga, thank you to Hypebeast
Are these lyrics correct?
Rate the public version or submit a correction for review.
LETROU FEATURE
Stage Mode
Large text, automatic scrolling and fullscreen for singing or practice.
FIND ANOTHER SONG
Find a song
Search by title or artist.
SINGER CENTER
Open tools →Train your voice
Breathing, warm-ups, pitch and vocal range.