Knockoff

I got knockoff Ray bans and I got knockoff Sperrys
I got knockoff friends because I'm a knockoff Jim Carrey
I love hispanic food and I love hispanic women
I love that spicy shit cuz you know I'm always winning
I don't fuck, with all your drama
Save that shit, for your fuckin mama
I spit on you, like a fuckin llama
My bank account, ain't got three commas
But you can hop up, en mi cama
Yes we can, like Barack Obama
I'm bouta blow up like Osama
I'll be bigger than Rosie O'donnell
It's getting steamy like we in a sauna
I swear to God I never fucked Alondra
This dick'll bender like its futurama
[Bite my Shiny Metal Ass!]

I got knockoff Ray bans and I got knockoff Sperrys
I got knockoff friends because I'm a knockoff Jim Carrey
I love hispanic food and I love hispanic women
I love that spicy shit cuz you know I'm always winning
I always got something, in my back pocket
I'll put my dick, into your eye socket
I wear no mask, and I wear no hat
I have no tats, and I have no flag
I go to sleep In a body bag


[Yea but I don't give a fuck]
I be that funny motherfucker Bluffton's what I'm reppin
Middle fingers to the haters cuz I'll always be a flexin
We poppin bottles in the lobby of the Island Westin
The I'm whippin back to Cola in my Jag it's like a second
I'm at this show downtown got bitches lookin my direction
She wanna fuck with me she tryna get up in my section
She comments on my playlist said I got a good selection
I'm unpredictable my enemies are always guessing

I got knockoff Ray bans and I got knockoff Sperrys
I got knockoff friends because I'm a knockoff Jim Carrey
I love hispanic food and I love hispanic women
I love that spicy shit cuz you know I'm always winning
I'm the illest the trillest the rapper with the most bitches
Richard Ritch is back again not taking L's I'm makin wins
Gank'd so many people's shit you'd think my name was swiper
Suck'd so many bitches tits you'd think I wore a diaper
And if your bitch is eyeing me you know I'm gonna pipe her
We're rollin up the joints and we loading hollow points
Call my music trash but it's better than your noise
You stay playin all your games must be playin with some toys
I got my own crew so I don't hang around you boys

I got knockoff Ray bans and I got knockoff Sperrys
I got knockoff friends because I'm a knockoff Jim Carrey
I love hispanic food and I love hispanic women
I love that spicy shit cuz you know I'm always winning
They call me a rapper but baby i'm a poet
Writing letters to your girl and now she horny and she know it
She call me Krispy Kreme cuz she let me glaze her face
Now she takin off her clothes like we on Amazing Race
Cruisin down the street got A$AP playin in my subs
Rollin up the dank got that loud up in my blunt
Adidas and my Timbs so you know I'm bout to stunt
Everybody watchin when I'm dancin in the club
Then we takin lots of shots and I'm pouring lots of bub
Chillin at the rooftop and we slinging xans and bud
[I'm not at the beach this a bathtub]