Yago - Cult Mountain, Milkavelli, sumgii

I pull your card like a croupier, yeah

You’re stupid but I’m stupid-er

Can’t pot a ball but I snooker you

I’m on tilt, limping in one stilt

You don’t like me, but you listen to the song still (ill)

Suckin' titties with a bronze grill

Dr Scott fillin' the prescriptions in for Don Silk (what up Milk?)

I’m the chosen one like a Pokémon

Hashtag «happy», smiley face emoticon (so happy)

I’m sunny runny’s Rich Homie Quan

I don’t give a fuck but your bitch owes me one

I just mosey on, in the clouds watchin'

I know everythin' there is to know about nothin'

Where did all the bubbles in my Coca Cola go?

Je m’appelle;

don’t act like you don’t know me hoe

I don’t ever say shit, now it’s playin' on my conscience (nah it ain’t)

But everybody seems to rate it, even though it’s all nonsense (it's actually

quite smart)

I don’t ever say shit, now it’s playin' on my conscience (philosophical,

conscious rap!)

But everybody seems to rate it, even though it’s all nonsense (idiots)

Yo, I’m cold like minus 20 (yeah)

I like my women aged 25 minus 20

Plus 40, minus 20 (yup)

We’re all gonna die, now’s as good a time as any

Yup, plus there’s nothing I like on telly

You need drugs?

I need twice as many

Then I’ll wash it all down with a pint of Henny

Try snap me without sunnys, keep my face covered like I’m Kenny

I just wanna own a cabin in the woods, with a red neck truck with deer antlers

on the hood

My whole family are thugs

At the school gates tellin' kids «cannabis is good!»

It ain’t personal, I just hate you just because

Splash you with a puddle while you’re waitin' for a bus (splash)

Ain’t nobody catering to us, get my bitch to stomp your face in with some Uggs

Ya feel me?

I don’t ever say shit, now it’s playin' on my conscience (nah it ain’t)

But everybody seems to rate it, even though it’s all nonsense (it's actually

quite smart)

I don’t ever say shit, now it’s playin' on my conscience (philosophical,

conscious rap!)

But everybody seems to rate it, even though it’s all nonsense (is it?)

These pints runnin' through my veins got me over 'laxing

My lord Joey Savage got the holy packet (loud on deck!)

I’m smokin' carrots, doing sofa practice

You should go and do some yoga practice

I’m eatin' potent acid like it’s prophylactic (easy)

Young Slick Rick, I got a patch and a shoulder parrot (squar)

I’ve been known to be overly romantic

Just brought my bitch a bunch of roses and a crack spliff (happy Valentines)

Chronic spliff mo’fucker

Drinkin' Bombay, I’m on the strip mo’fucker (it's gin)

I took a lot of scripts mo’fucker

I’m the definition of off the shits mo’fucker

Polo goose bubble shit mo’fucker

Lookin' like I’m in a comic strip mo’fucker (speech bubble)

Am I the goodie or the villain?

.45 in the trench, you could make a good decision

I don’t ever say shit, now it’s playin' on my conscience (nah it ain’t)

But everybody seems to rate it, even though it’s all nonsense (it's actually

quite smart)

I don’t ever say shit, now it’s playin' on my conscience (philosophical,

conscious rap!)

But everybody seems to rate it, even though it’s all nonsense (is it?)