mars zolo - the worst Lyrics

That bitch thick and she rich, she my cash cow
Everybody talk like they took the risk
Some of y'all too small to be on my dick
Yeah, your mans wear Bape but it don't click
New Balance on my feet, I'm still gon' hit
I'ma take your bitch to church again
I'ma leave her in a lurch again
Uber money in her purse and shit
Ain't I the worst, man
BAF's back, y'all some asthmatic asshats
Got a Mayan bitch from 2012, bumpin' Trap Back
Poisonous, we hazmat, stack it to the NASDAQ
Bangin' big on TV money like we had a laugh track
Oil field money when we re-up, call 'em Bush racks
I remember feelin' bulletproof, pushin' my kush packs
Come and fuck with me if you never wanna look back
Smoking up the trees, we guerrillas man, we bushwhack
Castro shit, like they never gonna kill us
They some background shit, they try to clone and distill us
I'm from Stilly but still, I could run a coup on your city
Bring the power to the people and I make it look pretty
Revolution isn't televised, stream it or somethin'
Yo, I never leave a witness, John Cena or somethin'
I make you amateur by lookin' at the floor
Shoegazin', trigger warning on that motherfuckin' gore
Everybody talk like they took the risk
Some of y'all too small to be on my dick
Yeah, your mans wear Bape but it don't click
New Balance on my feet, I'm still gon' hit
I'ma take your bitch to church again
I'ma leave her in a lurch again
Uber money in her purse again
Ain't I the worst, man
Tight woven, not soft spoken or jaw broken
I hawk your car, pretendin' that it was not stolen
Stacks fatter than that Officer Ricky
From runnin' all of that DMT... it get a bit tricky
Never fuck with a Mickey, a Ratatouille or nothin'
All these birds still chirpin', I guess I'm learnin' em somethin'
She said she like my drawl 'cause it's down home southern
Yo, she desperate for some action like a long road trucker
I got her beggin' like a Vietnam veteran
She see my diamonds and my pearls, my Eddie Vedder shit
I never say nothin' that's meanin' a thing
'Cause Mr. Lo isn't on shit about a motherfuckin' wedding ring
I forget a bitch, some Kony 2012
Like oh well, to the next, no need to try and dwell
Show and tell, my materials a serial glow
So when you see me in public, that shit ain't never on low
Everybody talk like they took the risk
Some of y'all too small to be on my dick
Yeah, your mans wear Bape but it don't click
New Balance on my feet, I'm still gon' hit
I'ma take your bitch to church again
I'ma leave her in a lurch again
Uber money in her purse and shit
Ain't I the worst, man

That bitch thick and she rich, she my cash cow
Everybody talk like they took the risk
Some of y'all too small to be on my dick
Yeah, your mans wear Bape but it don't click
New Balance on my feet, I'm still gon' hit
I'ma take your bitch to church again
I'ma leave her in a lurch again
Uber money in her purse and shit
Ain't I the worst, man
BAF's back, y'all some asthmatic asshats
Got a Mayan bitch from 2012, bumpin' Trap Back
Poisonous, we hazmat, stack it to the NASDAQ
Bangin' big on TV money like we had a laugh track
Oil field money when we re-up, call 'em Bush racks
I remember feelin' bulletproof, pushin' my kush packs
Come and fuck with me if you never wanna look back
Smoking up the trees, we guerrillas man, we bushwhack
Castro shit, like they never gonna kill us
They some background shit, they try to clone and distill us
I'm from Stilly but still, I could run a coup on your city
Bring the power to the people and I make it look pretty
Revolution isn't televised, stream it or somethin'
Yo, I never leave a witness, John Cena or somethin'
I make you amateur by lookin' at the floor
Shoegazin', trigger warning on that motherfuckin' gore
Everybody talk like they took the risk
Some of y'all too small to be on my dick
Yeah, your mans wear Bape but it don't click
New Balance on my feet, I'm still gon' hit
I'ma take your bitch to church again
I'ma leave her in a lurch again
Uber money in her purse again
Ain't I the worst, man
Tight woven, not soft spoken or jaw broken
I hawk your car, pretendin' that it was not stolen
Stacks fatter than that Officer Ricky
From runnin' all of that DMT... it get a bit tricky
Never fuck with a Mickey, a Ratatouille or nothin'
All these birds still chirpin', I guess I'm learnin' em somethin'
She said she like my drawl 'cause it's down home southern
Yo, she desperate for some action like a long road trucker
I got her beggin' like a Vietnam veteran
She see my diamonds and my pearls, my Eddie Vedder shit
I never say nothin' that's meanin' a thing
'Cause Mr. Lo isn't on shit about a motherfuckin' wedding ring
I forget a bitch, some Kony 2012
Like oh well, to the next, no need to try and dwell
Show and tell, my materials a serial glow
So when you see me in public, that shit ain't never on low
Everybody talk like they took the risk
Some of y'all too small to be on my dick
Yeah, your mans wear Bape but it don't click
New Balance on my feet, I'm still gon' hit
I'ma take your bitch to church again
I'ma leave her in a lurch again
Uber money in her purse and shit
Ain't I the worst, man