Yeah
Hoo, hoo, hee-hoo
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hee-hoo (it's the- It's the Milk Man)
Hoo, hoo, hoo (hey!)
(Okay) yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Braindead shawty, she gunnin' for my milk (my milk)
Need somebody, you so funny, I need help
Got the stained red money, diamonds covered in filth (they so filthy)
I'm the bunny for the money, check yo' fill (check yo' fill)
Got the apex on me, still reel it in the feel (in the feel)
In my tank, makin' bank but y'all not hatin'
I'm a big thing comin', my hundreds break the ceiling (okay)
I'ma rap it to existence, make it real (yeah)
Bitch, I'm insane, I got five souls
Crackin' asphalt, it's my dad's fault
'Cause I wanna be in an asshole, it's a good fuck with your backbone (hurray)
I fly like I movе with the black holes, in the shadows doin' backstrokеs
Fuck a bitch and I'm buyin' a castle, I get mad growth when the ass drop
Start a cult, yeah, I'll do it for bitches and gold
You drinkin' my Kool-Aid, this makes it delicious, you wonder what sinners control
With a flick of my switch, you explode (woo)
I'm makin' these hits to provoke
I'm pissin' on digits so cut that shit easy, I'm winnin', I'm hackin' the code
CXRPSE in this bitch, creepy-crawly with the Spider Gang
Old-ass nigga, can't compete, you should retire, mane
I'm the only skeleton, yeah, they all know my name
How your body look when it's wrapped up in cellophane?
Find my body, I'ma break it into diamonds
Got so much money, I'ma buy a fuckin' island
They all look at me, say "CXRPSE, you fuckin' wildin'"
Then I go decapitate a nigga like I'm ISIS
Half milk, half Tapox in my cup
I be playin' with her nice butt
I don't even really like her but kinda
I was 16 when I found out I really like drugs
Turned 18, I start to pipe up
Now I'm 20 and half the world, they don't like us
2020 vision clips that makes it tight cuz
Talkin'-talkin' shit about the gang but you still like to bite us
You just-you just fallin' off like you changed your name from Kaiba
How-how, how you all caught up inside the web if you a spider?
Po-po, posted at the milk party and all my bitches lactatin'
I might come back for seconds, yeah, because I lack patience
Every, every single day, I wake up shakin' like a crack baby
She-she-she, she thought that I made a couple plays and now her ass shakin'
Yo' boys like to talk shit like it's straight, until your back breakin' (back breakin')
My Meyers-Briggs type is "Debater"
Your Meyers-Briggs type is a faggot ass hater
ENTP, the T stand for "Trill"
Got sardines on the stove, got a bucket full of krill
I jumped out the crib, had to get some peace of mind
They makin' type beats of me, they sound like Mr. Mime
I'm dancin' on your grave, bitch, I'm Mr. Bojangles
I be with your mom, bitch, I'm gettin' entangled
I'ma put you in a pinch, bitch, I'm Mr. Pickle
Keep a blade tucked on me, I'm Mr. Sickle
My team gon' eat, I'm Mr. Trickle-Down
You all sound the same, y'all named "Mr. Single-Sound"
Wendigo be talk of town, walkin' Main Street, up and down
And left and right, they see that thug drip, it will wow her now
Got that doe, that shit ain't bound, we be eatin' stupid fat
Really did the music shit, really executed that
Braindead shawty, she gunnin' for my, uh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Braindead shawty, she gunnin' for my milk
Big fat bitch, obese
I just bought a crib and they put my name on the lease
I can't trust you pussy niggas, you actin' like the police
Niggas lookin' up to faggots, I'm smokin' on your OG's
(Did he really just say that?)
Oh geez, uh
Now there ain't no trees 'cause I stuffed 'em in the blunt
I feel like I'm Jackie Chan 'cause all I can do is stunt
Niggas askin' for a hand-out, I don't got what you want
I'm inhalin' hella Smurfs and midgets, I'm burnin' runts
Uh, if a nigga want a problem, I tell him "This ain't no math class"
That bitch wanna fuck, then she better have a fat ass
That bitch wanna fuck, when I holler, better holler back
I just bought yo' bitch OnlyFans, I want my 5 dollars back
No money and clout-hungry, that SoundCloud rap starter pack
"Oh, Lil Darkie says bad words," how you sound with your retarded ass
I ain't seen you in four years, why you askin' for an artist pass?
Spider Gang got the haters so salty they might have some heart attacks
Yeah, yeah
Shoutout Milk Man
You heard me in there bitch? Can you hear me, bitch?
That was the sound of the microphone hitting the floor