Olympics Lyrics

What's breathin'?

We gon' do this whole thing in one take man

Aye, look

Greek God wit' the pen

Gemini, I'm a twin

Bars-on-bars-on-bars-on-bars-on-bars, got me lookin' like a kingpin

Tell me, what you tryna spend?

We can really get it in

If you ain't got it in ya budge, fuck it, go half wit' a friend

When it's all set and done, they gon' put a nigga in the top ten

Me, Em, Nas, B.I.G.

Pac, Hov, Kendrick

Cole, Wayne, and the last name? I'ma leave for y'all to fill in

Ya boy so gifted

It's nowhere near Christmas

It's no competition

The way I'm playin' wit' the hooks and lines, you would think we goin' fishin'

I gotta keep 'em reeled in

I want it all from the bitches, boats, businesses, and the buildings

Hold on, a nigga trippin'

Almost forgot the billions

I'm tryna run it up 'til the check stubs like the Mega Millions

I got a way with words, I can sell walkways to civilians

Shit if I had a plug, I'd sell bundles of the Mink Brazilian

These ain't Louboutin sneakers, but the bottom is like vermilion

Damn it's a lot of senseless killin'

Goin' on 'round this muh'fucka

'Niggas need to get some pussy, get some money, write a song 'round this muh'fucka

'Tryna fuck over me? Ya ass ain't gon' last long round this muh'fucka

'Fuckin' round with me, you fuckin' 'round with the right and the wrong muh'fucka

I'ma baby mama fucker

Double D-Cup sucker

Mr. Always-Got-A-Rubber

Mr. Always-Pulling-Numbers

Then pluggin' all his brothers

Mr. Working-All-Summer

Wrist game like butter

With the writin' and jumpers

Never tell a hoe you love her

When I'm 'bout to nut, I stutter

Why nobody ain't tell boy he ain't drippin' 'cause he got on a thousand colors?

Why you runnin' 'round yo lips nigga? You actin' like a fuckin' runner

Why you waitin' to come out the closet, when ya mother already think you under cover?

Why these hoes wanna come around when you up

But ain't no where found when you suffer?

Shawty mad, 'cause I don't wanna fuck her

Boy mad, 'cause he can't get a feature

All 2019 I'm in the field, while you fuck boys sit in the bleachers

Just turned 25 and still plottin' on, "How the fuck, I'ma fuck me a teacher?"

Matter fact, where the yearbooks at? 'Cause a young nigga just start feelin' eager

Boy I been a leader, you ain't never ready

I be homicidin' the beats that they let me

I'm so fuck deadly, I'm like Makaveli

I can eat a tattoo right across the belly

I'm so fuckin' sexy, these bitches be messy

That man is a goat, free that nigga R. Kelly

She slurpin' dick like the shit is spaghetti

I rained on her face, but it wasn't confetti

I love bein' petty, I dare you to test me

They call me the greatest, but I ain't Wayne Gretzky

I just want the Becky like my name is Jesse

The product of many, but I am not Pepsi

I'm more like a yeti that got a machete

You better move steady, my nut sack is heavy

My dick like a Chevy, like Ed, Edd, & Eddy

I let off a bomb in this bitch and it's smelly, woo

Sheesh!