Pucker ft. YMOUS Lyrics

I wake up, do a tight five, thank god I'm alive

Y'all still waitin, on your lifelines

I told God to open my eyes

And shit he opened my hands

Can't take handouts, but grasp is shit if ever it lands

And don't be picture perfect if they takin they scans

Y'all mothafuckas is stupid, tryna bike through the sand

I catch the mic for it land

I share a verse but I never share plans

And I never let the mic take a stand

We stand out like loudmouths in crowds

A sure shot like I'm Shroud

I whip my dick out, I'm proud

I'm so sorry

Take a guess about the show stopper

Top whoever think they hotter

I make a beat and then email your daughter

How he flip shit and metaphorically kickflip over the crowd

I make my entrance, then I take a seat and roll my loud

Y'all bitches think I'm showin' off, but I'm just showin' out

Rap beef's got the whole block closing down

But you got too much ego to hug it out

Regardless, I might have to thug it out

Picture perfect ain't a part of the picture

I'll fuckin' show you how

I whip my shit out and she like, holy cow

I'd like to thank you all for sittin' down

And when you're done playin, pretend

Shit, I'd really like my crown

Black diamonds painted white like a clown

I like to tighten your frown

Shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down

Before I turn this whole car around

Too much sauce, I got the portioning wrong

And I been a fan since like Comic Con

Back in the street, I couldn't eat like it was Ramadan

So tell me where the fuck I went right

And where the fuck did you go wrong Motherfucker

I got too much sauce, better pucker