[Intro: Unknown Artist]
Ayo Optimus, it's crazy man, you've been doing well recently
YouTube been poppin' off, music been poppin' off
I just wish you the best man, man, I wish we could've been close
Sike, motherfucker, if I see you in person, I'ma kick your teeth out your skull
Turn your body red, to make your mama and cousins miss you
Have fun not breathing, bitch
You deadass smell like hot garlic, not washing your ass really applies to the lack of pussy, huh?
[Chorus: Lil Optimus]
They be like, "damn, Optimus, dude is a saint" (Aye, who? Dude is a what?)
Aye, bitch, yeah I'm high, look at the sky, lookin' like Fuchsia paint (Aye, aye, bitch)
Said fuck it, I don't do constraints (Don't do constraints)
Now, I got these new things, drippin' in the Fushia paint (Aye, aye, paint)
I gеt in game chat, now there's noisе complaints (Noise complaint?)
New house, new walls, washed out in the Fuchsia paint (Bitch)
They tried to make me outta' somethin' I'm not (Outta' somethin' I'm not and I know that I'm not)
Drop top, V6, crawlin' in the Fuchsia paint (Aye, bitch)
[Verse 1: Lil Optimus]
Life is amazin', because what I'm prayin' for comin' to me very suddenly (Sudden)
But, not all these people are really my side
Yeah, they actin' like faith is a suddenly
Everything gets read into way too deep, and they differ prefatory ('Faroty)
And sometimes it's weird feelin' like all I've gotta use chains
So they keepin' me company (Company)
Aye, got anything that want? Puttin' the pressure in blunts
Now, all I need is for someone to match it for once
They say my work here is done, bitch, I just started the run
Only got where I be wantin' a couple of months
I'm buildin' followin's, no one can stop it, and
Then you know they gon' worship this shit like some Monks, aye
Step in this bitch like a batter box(?), he mad that he ain't in my channel box
He off the crack like some scattered rocks, this just the start, now it's after shocks
Hop on the beat, now your future look perilous
Every last one of my enemies be perishin'
Bank account lookin' like Grandpa's inheritance
It's a rap song, so I've gotta have arrogance
Hatin' ass pussies don't got them no dollars
But 'fraid to show anyone what's in their wallets
I'm whippin' around in an all-black Impala
My brand new wallet just came in from Prada (From Prada)
The Gucci my belt on me, clothin' designer
The ice on my neck shinin' like it's a blinder
That revenue funded my newest attire
This shit is so fire, do not need a lighter
Roll up the spliff, and it costed your rent
Yeah, that cat piss my gas, she smellin' the scent
Yeah, I'm checkin' my ass into [?]
And, I'm gonna go spend to my heart's content
Droppin' the top, so the sun hits the curls
Got my neck shiny, like I'm rockin' pearls
Rockin' a sweatshirt, that shout out to Earl
They're whippin' through city like I'm Joe Burrow
Hop off the [?], and I feel like I'm leanin'
My neck is on squeegee, like I had been cleanin'
And, all of that shit that I'm seein' feel like I be dreamin'
You mention your words, but I know the meanin'
Nobody fuck wit' me until the day they saw money (Aye, bitch)
Now, it's real funny (Aye)
'Cause all the same people are always askin' me, "Hey, can I get 20?"
"Need me some gas, need me some food"
"Need me some rent, need me some weed"
Need you a job, need you some school
Need you a life, bitch, get up through
If you ain't fuck wit' me, rollin' like 4D back in the old whip
Then, bitch, I'ma cheap out on yo' ass like GameStop tradin' old shit
Oh shit, wait, what, say what?
Aye, man you sayin' like old whip?
Bitch, my new shit push a start, push the part
'Bout time y'all got to noticin'
Chasin' the money, you know what the motive is
Whole Lotta Green, yeah, bitch, I be closin' it
Won't be too long before got them all quotin' this
Talk 'bout Optimus killed more than one of this
[Chorus: Lil Optimus]
They be like, "damn, Optimus, dude is a saint" (Aye, dude is a what?)
Aye, bitch, yeah I'm high, look at the sky, lookin' like Fuchsia paint (Fuchsia paint)
Said fuck it, I don't do constraints (Don't do constraints)
Now, I got these new things, drippin' in the Fushia paint (In that who?)
I get in game chat, now there's noise complaints (Aye, noise complaint?)
New house, new walls, washed out in the Fuchsia paint (Nope, nope)
They tried to make me outta' somethin' I'm not (I'm somethin' I'm not)
Drop top, V6, crawlin' in the Fuchsia paint
[Verse 2: Cyrus]
She won't leave me 'lone
I want cat, I want 'K
That bitch can't tell me she late
In the crib, I'm smokin' dank
She ain't better bitch at '8(?)
My bitch bad, she give me face
Ain't no tat's up on my face
Keep that heater on my waist
Keep that heater on my waist
I'm so fuckin' bad, I feel like Timmy
If a nigga run up on me, he gon' have to get the Semi'
Whole Lotta Green, whole lotta' hoes
Whole lotta' opps, whole lotta' shots
Whole lotta' lean
[Chorus: Lil Optimus]
They be like, "damn, Optimus, dude is a saint"
Aye, bitch, yeah I'm high, look at the sky, lookin' like Fuchsia paint
Said fuck it, I don't do constraints
Now, I got these new things, drippin' in the Fushia paint
I get in game chat, now there's noise complaints
New house, new walls, washed out in the Fuchsia paint
They tried to make me outta' somethin' I'm not
Drop top, V6, crawlin' in the Fuchsia paint
[Bridge: Peter Griffin]
You wanna hurt me? Go right ahead if it makes ya' feel any better, I’m an easy target
Yeah, you’re right, I talk too much
I also listen too much
[Verse 3: Lil Optimus]
Bitch, I'm a god, bitch, I'm demon
Feel like LeBron, went in the ring with Cleveland
Lately been feelin' like really ain't shit to believe in (Aye, aye)
Lately been feelin' like, what is the reason?
26 mill' in a month, thought I'm dreamin'
Got to the point where I'm countin' the racks
And I'm makin' the bread, even when I be sleepin'
Can't go a month in my life without somebody leavin'
Sayin' they loyal, checkin' it out
You know they switch like a season
Feel like nobody listenin' every time that I be speakin'
Spendin' my days gettin' high, thinkin' bout life, tryna' figure my reason
Smokin' so much, had a 3 'o clock call, hit the damn bong, and missed all my meetin's
Turnin' from God, everyone mad at my personal life, and they callin' me Heathen
Said that I wouldn't be shit, now the shit bringin' in more than any my teacher's degrees did
Whole Lotta Green, whole lotta' victories givin' me chills, like a cool winter's breeze did
Said that I wouldn't be shit, now they lookin' at all 'cause my wrist be all freezy
Whole Lotta Green, suprised I went through this shit without any of this shit all leakin'
