My EP so hot
That it broke the thermometer
Bars go on hikes
Yeah they travel kilometers
Catch me at Howard
Im on the yard
Takin some flicks
And spitting these bars
Young astronaut
Catch me out in space
Doin the moonwalk
Im winning the race
Summer 19 go just the right way
Imma pull up to HoCo in a wraith
I'm a rockstar
Outta this world
Cops on my ass
Damn I gotta swerve
Born in the 21st century
I got the recipe
Can't even step to me
I'm leveled up
I'm charged
This energy
Flowing through my veins
Is purely unmatched
I be in Blackburn
Swipin them visas
Cartier shades
I can't even see ya
I hop in my bag
She stay in my bag
She gotta big head she passin her class
She callin me jimmy cause I'm gotta blast
They know I'm a star
They throwing they ass
I think she a groupie
She waving my flag
Pull up the curtains
Getting head in a jag
Told the driver keep his eyes on the road
I caught him looking damn we finna crash
3006 that's where the motherf*cking legends lie
Pull up and I put her ass to sleep
My dick a lullaby
They ask me why I changed my name
Cause ppl try to copy WYSE
Switched it up it's Kendell now
And yes I'm on the damn rise
My rising sign a Scorpio
I don't got time to sympathize
Catch you looking at my girl
I'm throwing bleach right in ya eye
Try to jack my style
You'll get sliced like I'm a samurai
HU YOU KNOW
Thats my f*cking Battle Cry
I hit the ball out the park
It's outta here
Shot a crown Apple
Chase that with the Everclear
I'm from the suburbs so I'm not a hood nigga
Don't mean I'm soft I'll still run down yo hood nigga
Disrespect me boy I wish you would nigga
Step on Dababy cause I'm the next suge nigga
Back in the stu
Back in the lab
My flow is too quick like a Maywether jab
I'm spitting and spitting
I don't lose my breath
New girls hit me up
Cause they know that I'm next
I'm studying business
Cause I want a check
Move to LA
Put some ice on my neck
I'm catching a cold
Cause my flow is so ill
I'm losing some friends cause
Wayne stealing bills
Ahhhhhhhchooooo
I'm sick of these niggas
They making me sneeze
Can't be round these killas
Pull up with the stick
So I'm sweeping they hittas
Go talk to ya girl
Cause spitters are quitters
Just me and my bros
We cannot be stopped
Eat you for breakfast
Get snap crackled and popped
Mess with C3 and you will get rocked
Put you to sleep goodnight
I'm out, WOAH