Mount Sendmore - Tricky Nicky

Bang, Yo

What’s the deal with it

Look yo yo, skrt, mm, yo

The boys whip around in a golf cart go to starbs

Eat a coffee cake getting all my carbs

Brr brr

Yuh yuh yuh

Flexing my antisocial ski

My wrist so cold it ski, yuh

My eyes real low, Yao Ming

We all let it ring (yuh)

I made your bitch scream (yuh)

I ball out like mothafuckin' Hakeem (bitch)

Leave you in the dust (yuh)

Got no lust (yuh)

The boys is lowkey fuckin soundin' dust (yuh)

Turn the camera on

Pull up in a mothafuckin' Wrangler like we from Tallahassee (yuh)

My eyes real fuckin low, yeah they glassy

I make more paper than Drake, fuck Degrassi