Mr. Fantastic Lyrics

Yeah, my cheese stretchy

I do what I want, I don't need blessin'

Yeah, I don't need guessin'

If you don't know, shut the fuck up

I don't need questions

Put your hand down

Yes, I think I got it, any more questions

Yes, I blow exotic and record records

Hell yeah, bitch, I'm poppin', I was born special

Bitch, I'm the top dog, so I got more deference

She won't top me off if I'm recordin' that shit

Man, I swear to God, I hate a boring-ass bitch

I work too damn hard to not get what I deserve

Skinny nigga, but I still can put in the work

This bitch know I sauced her, so she called me a flirt

She just said I'm awesome, I'm like, haven't you heard?

I been talked to God and he had told me my worth

Fuck about that thot lil' bitch, my feelings ain't hurt

I be chillin' now, I need some new Gucci brrr

This bitch wildin' out, I need some coochie for sure

Put up with your mouth cause you my hoochie for sure

Yeah, my cheese stretchy

I do what I want, I don't need blessin'

Yeah, I don't need guessin'

If you don't know, shut the fuck up, I don't need questions

Yeah, yeah, you a opp now

Pull up on me, bitch, and you gon' see heaven

Yeah, oh you need blessings?

Why the fuck you come see me?

Nigga, go see reverends

Yeah, nigga, seek reverence (Find God)

Yeah, nigga, seek reverence (Find God)

Yeah, nigga, seek reverence

Kill a nigga, I won't leave evidence

I'm the GOAT and it's evident (That shit evident)

Rest in peace, Evelyn