(Yeah, uh)

(Saturdays)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(EXO)

Singsong on this side of dimensions

I've got a big dong and an eye for adventure

Hit six bongs 'til my high is dementia

Flying and s**t while you cry for attention

Bad mother- shut your mouth

Yeah I'm a bad mother- shut your mouth, uh

Four twenty-one crows, none go south

For the supper when a punk goes out, yeah (every day)

Look at all this money, man

Look at all these dollar signs

It ain't hard to tell that I'm flawless by design

Never catch me spitting polygonal rhymes

Even I'm when I'm on that chronic, I spit chronic 'til you die

Fuckin' vomit in your eye, no I'm never rapping gibberish

Get more head than the bottom of an Aztec pyramid

(Man, how you always brush 'em off like ashin' cigarettes?)

Actin' different so I'm branded villainous

Rav, uh

Known for having ill intent

Commonly described as odd but mad intelligent

And that's legitimate

You feeling it? I be feeling free

Say whatever that I like

Don't care if they disagree, nope!

Singsong on this side of dimensions

I've got a big dong and an eye for adventure

Hit six bongs 'til my high is dementia

Flying and s**t while you cry for attention

Bad mother- shut your mouth

Yeah I'm a bad mother- shut your mouth, uh