WRECK-IT RALPH

(Kosta why you smiling?)

I feel like I'm Ralph on the beats, the way I'm wrecking it (wrecking' it)

Yea I texted her phone but she ain't answer none of my messages (aah)

I'm trying to take her home and beat her pussy, Tank Davis (yeah)

Dropping hit after hit, I deliver good cadence (cadence now)

I look at myself in the mirror, I know I been wilding out (wilding out)

Better keep a thick wallet, if you want a bad bitch so you could crack her down

She want a Birkin purse with the leather made out of crocodile (yeah)

And if you can't afford it, she just gone leave not even talk it out