PPL YELLING AT U Lyrics

Pull up to the plug in a cradle

I'm fucked up in the crib, eating a bagel

I'm with Jesus in the tower of Babel

Your baby is ugly, I think it's disabled

Four different flows, that's why they call me the rap god

Listen to Yaga while fishing and call me the rap cod

All of my lines are the word of God

Which is why I'm allowed to commit fraud

I'm so cool to have chill with Santa Claus

I have broken all of the laws

All of them, every single one of them

All of them

Pause!

Pull up to the plug in a stroller

Your girl is so ugly, she gave me Ebola

Fucked up in the crib with a Coca-Cola

I will run you over with a Motorola

Okay, my dumb ass actually thought a Motorola was a car

It's a phone

I'm a fucking idiot

My syndrome is down but my money is otherwise

So, to make this burger, it took five guys?

I went to a school fair and I won a prize

Why do five guys give me so many fries?

If I eat more fries I will immaterialize

Applebee's has free water, why are you telling me lies?

I am punching this waiter like it's an anaerobic exercise

Oh, it's your birthday?

Surprise!!

I'm gonna take you to the casino

Oh, snake eyes

Pull up to the plug in a cradle

I'm fucked up in the crib, eating a bagel

I'm with Jesus in the tower of Babel

Your baby is ugly, I think it's disabled

Pull up to the plug in a stroller

Your girl is so ugly, she gave me Ebola

Fucked up in the crib with a Coca-Cola

I will run you over with a Motorola

All right guys, everyone be quiet

We're gonna be doing the silent blinker challenge