PUMPKiN

Yeah

Walking around with Dave Hasseholf, bitch get the fuck off my dragonballs

Told a young bohl Im a matador, tell them pussies hatin I aint mad at all

Im sick as hell and my mask is off, chatterbox poppin them adderalls

You cant get a grip on my handlebars, thats like locking horns with a Capricorn

When I walk in the lab Ima Labrador, you should go sell ya soul in the Apple store

I heard you was sniffin that Macklemore, You stuck to the white like a spackel board

Puttin a beat in a coffin, call the bitch Annie I make it a orphan

Pop me a whew I dont do that shit often, gimme da candy I dont want ya offerings

Fuck it I wanna play golf again, fuck it I wanna take off again

Tryna bake out my sarcophagus, tryna cough up my esophagus

Shades on my face like its Oculus