Aye-aye, hey-yo
Dude, this dragon’s kid—he ain’t never been near the trash, yet he’s tradin’ BD, gunshots gassin’ up the night—*spak!*—Drew’s streakin’ outta “spam-bam!” fatter tires hummin’, navigation already beepin’: “Yo,” it says, “anybody home?”
I barged in, started flexin’ that brand-new shoe—*jink!*—gems begin glintin’; you tryin’ it, too, cuz it ain’t bedtime—nah, it’s drama-time—*LOL*—EVPs crackle, “Try it.”
Hey, just another renegade chasin’ the vibe; I stashed a bucket in Chinatown’s lil’ show—*konk!*—started brick-by-brickin’ a build that’s rough. I didn’t wanna park it yet, so I gassed-up, grabbed a primer, sippin’ tonic now—gotta pop the lock off that box and the actual grass box gonna sit right under the droopy drowse-drone in your garage—*whoosh!*
I already tried droppin’ heaters at your day-job shows; I’m ready-shreddy, tryna be right there—somebody snagged his kicks—*swipe!*—I’m trippin’ to track ‘em, hop on a train, feed that evil-ass ego—*ta-tam!*—train your lame-ass to crash course—nothin’ but change-your-ways cow-grass or whatever these boys be gassin’ up.
Got some trash? Snag it—least my how-to-use is locked; Freddy’s still ugly—*ever try to beside a buck* turned to *I slide beside a truckload of blunt bucks*—*ka-chunk!*—dryin’ a puck to a head-bangin’ truck that’s revvin’ rugged, tryna hitch a ride—*vrrr!*—could’ve stuffed it in your dirt ride, but—*phoosh!*—hol’ up, that hoe’s questin’: snag a child seat, shotgun for the whole starving squad, everybody’s drier than desert thirst—*pshh!
My girl’s grippin’ and tryin’, haulin’ that wagon of wrecks all up in Hollywood—I got it—why? He wouldn’t outsquirt the trust I juice ya—*slup!*—my weddin’s wailin’, fan blades rattlin’, already kickin’ the trousers to cruise the garage.
How ‘bout—*y’all gonna try to invade it?*—but the back gate’s ghostin’, never rolls, never rolls.
