Kardi - Black Ferris Bueller
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Fucking Shaft music, nigga
No homo
Kardi
Let’s kill these niggas, man
Unh
{Verse 1: Kardi}
Off the jet on my way back from Senior Week
Shades on, so hungover I can't even speak
I'm living like a Monstar, I got a team of freaks
Cuz I went from poor to rich like Cream o' Wheat
See, I'm something like the Black Ferris Bueller
Getting medulla from my tutor while I'm pulling Buddha
This'll probably be the track that you cue up
To tell your friends that you knew about me ‘fore I blew up
Peep the repertoire, baby
I'm the next in charge
Walk in the mall & cop everything in an extra large
Better than the best of y’all
I go extra hard
So if you test the squad, I send you my best regards
Did this all with two months and two laptops
And if I say so myself, this shit is crack rock
My last track dropped and I been like a cash crop
Got Daphnes who give me neck like ascots
You a mascot, you don't even get trash minutes
Got these niggas mad like, “shit, who let this fucking bastard in?”
African with patterns sicker than a fucking pathogen
Chicks wetter than Reggie Miller when he was in Madison
Square Garden
I rep Fordham
And bear warning, my niggas bear arms and
That's neither here or there, but I'm just being clear:
Soon as I get signed, you niggas not eating here
Prep school nigga, snapback & some Sperrys
I don’t chase pussy – cat chase me like Jerry
All about my dairy so I'm working on my Kraft
‘Til I’m selling out arenas for a million and a half
Your girl jocking, I'm the one she wanna be with
No back to school shopping; designers send me free shit
All my ex-girlfriends say I'm conceited
If you was nice as I was, you think you wouldn't be? Shit
I could never be bashful
Why you think me and Rod cool? We assholes
Ain’t nobody stopping my cash flow
I was signing girls’ bodies at my last show
Now I'm blowing up, hoes call my phone tryna bone
They never get a ring
I treat em like Karl Malone
And all my niggas caking, see I'm just like Arizon-
A if you don't get paper, I’ma send you back home
Cross the water or swim across the border and uh
I don't take niggas' girls, I just borrow ‘em
And leave 'em shaking like Muhammad Ali Parkinson’s
At your neck like tattoo artists on Nate Robinson, I'm bombing em
No martyrdom, I'm killing shit
Right now, life is ill as shit
Other niggas feeling sick
I’m living it, you livid, bitch
Mil is so overdone, I’m tryna hit a billion
And I won’t stop getting it until they stop printing it
Bitch
Fuck outta here, man
Who the fuck is seeing me, man?
Answer man; I'll fucking wait, b
No homo
Kardi
Let’s kill these niggas, man
Unh
{Verse 1: Kardi}
Off the jet on my way back from Senior Week
Shades on, so hungover I can't even speak
I'm living like a Monstar, I got a team of freaks
Cuz I went from poor to rich like Cream o' Wheat
See, I'm something like the Black Ferris Bueller
Getting medulla from my tutor while I'm pulling Buddha
This'll probably be the track that you cue up
To tell your friends that you knew about me ‘fore I blew up
Peep the repertoire, baby
I'm the next in charge
Walk in the mall & cop everything in an extra large
Better than the best of y’all
I go extra hard
So if you test the squad, I send you my best regards
Did this all with two months and two laptops
And if I say so myself, this shit is crack rock
My last track dropped and I been like a cash crop
Got Daphnes who give me neck like ascots
You a mascot, you don't even get trash minutes
Got these niggas mad like, “shit, who let this fucking bastard in?”
African with patterns sicker than a fucking pathogen
Chicks wetter than Reggie Miller when he was in Madison
Square Garden
I rep Fordham
And bear warning, my niggas bear arms and
That's neither here or there, but I'm just being clear:
Soon as I get signed, you niggas not eating here
Prep school nigga, snapback & some Sperrys
I don’t chase pussy – cat chase me like Jerry
All about my dairy so I'm working on my Kraft
‘Til I’m selling out arenas for a million and a half
Your girl jocking, I'm the one she wanna be with
No back to school shopping; designers send me free shit
All my ex-girlfriends say I'm conceited
If you was nice as I was, you think you wouldn't be? Shit
I could never be bashful
Why you think me and Rod cool? We assholes
Ain’t nobody stopping my cash flow
I was signing girls’ bodies at my last show
Now I'm blowing up, hoes call my phone tryna bone
They never get a ring
I treat em like Karl Malone
And all my niggas caking, see I'm just like Arizon-
A if you don't get paper, I’ma send you back home
Cross the water or swim across the border and uh
I don't take niggas' girls, I just borrow ‘em
And leave 'em shaking like Muhammad Ali Parkinson’s
At your neck like tattoo artists on Nate Robinson, I'm bombing em
No martyrdom, I'm killing shit
Right now, life is ill as shit
Other niggas feeling sick
I’m living it, you livid, bitch
Mil is so overdone, I’m tryna hit a billion
And I won’t stop getting it until they stop printing it
Bitch
Fuck outta here, man
Who the fuck is seeing me, man?
Answer man; I'll fucking wait, b
