CHANDELIER (feat. Cake!)

Stupid dumb dirty bitch Ugly bugly bugs bunny lookin' ass motherfucking bitch Shut the fuck up Bad little bitch ain't learn no manners Ooga booga boy I hit em with a hammer Bad block I done burned with a couple scammers Sittin' on my throne in my manor My bitch pass me the phone 'cause I don't like to answer Smokin' cancer sticks it's rancid The fanciest at the party feel like a martian in this Aston Feel like I'm parkin' at the mansion Feel like I'm, way above flexin' Stupid *bleep* bitch wanna ask questions Does this here cash not send a message? Do I not look like a chandelier in the flesh bitch? Restin' my legs on the back of a bad naked bitch Ugh, got me too hot Used to tying up loose ends away from the cops Took a trip to the loony bin to say hey to my bro pops Tasted it till my gums numb I was seeing spots Now it's only when I take my dalmatians for a walk Feel like I could take over the nation with this amalgamation of guap Brrat, bitch, bup bup bup bup bup buh Uh, yea, yea In my white tee Dion in Dior that's why they don't like me I put em on 4s like a Jeep, Forgiato hehe Four these autos burn a hole in 'em like a cd And I put a show on for these hoes Switch clothes like a stick shift, still don't give a shit bitch Wait, still won't give a bitch shit Stiff bills I spilt this wock wock on it it Haha still got more money than talent But I've got honeys to balance, rabbits to chase A mushroom from Alice she, ask how it taste The room got much smaller transport to my palace Screwed up the mex, should've never changed, sike! And y'all internet people get mad for nothin' Hypocrite tin men fitted with middlemen's buttons, Of Mice and Men I'd like to see u survive in the pen Cluckin' like hens, click-clack get turned into since thens It's mista, pen to the pad, mending it back My mandy, askin' for cash, my billy bo bags Silly ho, bendin' it back she want a mini-me I am the masta please take a few steps back Big glock, only big guns I'm bench pressin' the mac, for fun Ten tons of black steel I'm realer than facts This is me when I'm apathetic imagine me passionate My pen infused with magic I don't even have to practice shit Said they had my back but nigga I wasn't havin' it My intuition pessimistic and scarily accurate So if I have to grab the stick, so be it Ratchet and clank with heaters Lacerator send that nigga to the leader Of whatever religion that he believe in Dope samples that I sequence Red dots on your body like some sequins My fit so flashy you would think that I pimp hoes How you diss with shitty mixing? Bitch you sound like flip note I been dope I tell you I'm still dope as ever You been foes, oh well, then you been cope with failure Niggas compliment you when they need help bitch whatever There ain't shit that you bum ass niggas bring to the table Bitch I'm unapologetic with the shit that I write You get pushed down half your life, then you stop being nice When I get payed off what I write, I ain't stopping at ice I need signs that say "I told you so" that's painfully bright Ain't shit nice, shootin' out the moonroof Butterball, zoom zoom You all soft, built like tsum tsums, I dress frou frou But pack doos doos, that clap, pew pew Leave your ass surrounded with blood with no suwoo I'm still cute uh Bullpup get you chewed through Don't need no manual you know what tools do Out the Isuzu I'm masked up like phase 3 noodle My jewels drip, water pulse to confuse you Long live cake, 3 women feeding me grapes AIn't got shit to lose, I put whatever at stake Just know you bitch made rappers ain't safe, nigga Rabbit town pussy Cake, baby, fuck you thought nigga