[Chorus]
I can't think
Too much wock in this two cup drink
Too much guava on me, I stink
Too much guada on me, chain blink
Uh, yeah, I can't think
Too much water, I just might sink
Broke bitch hot, I might take yo twink
You don’t got rupees (Yo, TJ), we cannot link

[Verse]
Her trash brown, but a little half pink, she can match my freak, we got matching kinks
Whole verse wrote in Japanese ink, so much real shit, I wish I don't think
He talk tough real life, he shrink, gang jump through his door like Monsters INC
KARMA click goin' through so many hijinks
Blade looking like metal gear rising
Pop out the cut with some new icing
Way I'm eatin' every track, think it’s advertising
They be studying the swag, they be analyzing
Fuck boy probably pay for his advertising
Tryna animate and rap, why they always biting
Taking over every scene, think I’m colonizing
Spitting cap, rap, I don’t know what’s traumatizing
That’s why in they tracks, they be dramatizing
Hit a UK flow on some real grime tings
Got yo new main ho, straight fantasizing
Say I’m too gay, bro, quit jabberlizing
And Usain hole on the side of my tings
Feel like Usain Bolt way I run a rhyme scheme
Think I’m in a K Hole, shit mesmerizing
Yo bitch know my lyrics, she be memorizing
In the whip, not steering, just neutral driving, yeah
[Verse 2]
How many rappers wanna be in the MØB?
How many rappers I told, "Get a job"?
How many rappers talk down on they kid, and they down on my dick, 'cause they went and fell off?
How many rappers talk shit on the squad?
Down on they luck for just rubbing me wrong?
How many rappers gon' grow up and stop?
How many rappers gon' dap up my dawgs?
How many rappers gon' fit in my blunt?
How many rappers throw smoke on they mom?
How many rappers are still going strong?
How many tracks till I turn to a bum?
How many racks till I’m bored of the guap?
How many scats till the ceiling is gone?
How many slides till they turning me off?
Shit ain’t gon' happen, lil bro out of fashion, I-

I can't think
Too much wock in this two cup drink
Too much guava on me, I stink
Too much guada on me, chain blink
Uh, yeah, I can't think
Too much water, I just might sink
Broke bitch hot, I might take yo twink
You don’t got rupees, then we can’t link
Uh, yeah, I can't think
Too much wock in this two cup drink
Too much guava on me, I stink
Too much guada on me, chain blink
Uh, yeah, I can't think
Too much water, I just might sink
Broke bitch hot, I might take yo twink
You don’t got rupees, then we can’t link