Ket - Mister Tits-in Lyrics

Guys they're going
I knew this mf named ivan (weave)
He pulled up to the crib he was smilin' (gross)
He whipped out his inch and was wildin' (what?)
I pulled out the clip he was crying
I popped his ass on the spot
(Now I'm vibin)
I stay windy with no kite in

Rollin woodies we all blown
Asking for a hit
Go home bro
(Lit)

We out here dissin clarence (Yo)
Nigga thought he was a big kid (Pro)
Lil bitch needa call his parents
And his history knows what his dick did
The nigga smokes all day
(We can for sure say he's addicted)
(Of course)

Catching a case of cock rocks
Pulling up to the crib with no socks

Ivan the thief heard him queef
Lil pussy popper kinda steep

(No pussy all roast beef)

Pushin him around like a pile of keef
Smokin too much
Put him straight to sleep (pussy)

Ben
Not gonna lie these bars kinda clean tho ( Oh word)
When ivan grows up he'll choose to be a pedo (f*cking perv)
In the kiddy pool wearing his extra small speedo
Go pack your shit and get outta town you f*cking weirdo

Bro switchin up just to stay in a crowd
Nigga thought he was chill but he acts like a clown
This boy's a faggot and he like to bust down
For the bitches
The guys
Maybe Anything with thighs
Or even get catfished with a whole bunch of lies
Their son is gay, but it was no surprise

All bark no bite like clarence claymore
Mf think he fly just like Namor
This nigga's sus do I need to say more
(Not really)
I may be alien but this mf predator
Getting catfished and clowned for what you sent to her
You an exclamation (Listen)
Set like a presentation (Listed)
When asked about you I say
"I have No relation" (Shithead)
I have no patience
When given a J
You better Watch the laced shit
(Stationed)

Now you know this mf ivan
That he came to the crib, all smiling
That he whipped out dick, doing wild shit
Where I popped his ass, with the silence