larry's interlude Lyrics

Booty clapping yeah I hit that shit with modesty

In the back of your mama Honda Odyssey

Can't fucking gobble me, I ate Bull economy

I'm so appreciative like I can't believe you thought of me

Her whole goal was to get that Gucci handbag

Abloh and my Louis V Air Max

Snake bottle pear shape, hit your fucking air vape

Drink off the scum of the floor in the airways

Stick a collage the back of your V-dub

Hit out the subwoofer, boom in beach club

Beat your hair in your baby mama kitchen sink

Daddy say you're depressed that you didn't think

Fuck what he think, you're an idol

You're a god in your Chuck Taylor tightrope

Roll your jeans like we still in 2017

Can't believe all the shit that you said to me

Model citizen, I forget again

I'm a god, I'm a peaceful homosapien

I'm awake again, show up late again

Take what you need, I'ma need a bit