[Verse 1]
Being a snotty nose never got me hoes
So I snot rocket bitch, adios
Then I got myself a bad bitch from El Barrio
She did anything for me, you ain't gotta know
She moved on to better things, got her a lot of dough
But I'm all good, sipping Arnold Palmer slow
To everyone I ever helped out or that's on a roll
It's cool if we ain't cool no more, I want you all to blow
Even before me, know it's lil old me
Never was Kobe, more like Ginobli
Less like Anakin, man I'm more like Obi
Scrambling eggs, OJ in the OE
If you my homie, yeah you better roast me
If you close to me you know it's Leppy Coqui
There's like four me's, Wik, Pat, Ralph, and Coach P
I'mma coach you, teach you how to toast B
[Chorus]
Fee Fi Fo Fum
New York Giant, here I come
Puer-Puerto Rican rum
We high, so drunk
Ballerina baby blue with Roc-a-fella 1s
And the low to match notice that it go with that, yup
Ladies knowin' that but all I really know is rappin'
Flow realer, gorilla all for that brass monk
I swear to god still smokin' clips from fuckin' last month
[Verse 2]
It was the deli, it was K&K where I'd stay
On the day to day, shout out Sammy, shout out fuckin' Frank
Before that it was 94, before that 88
We were ridin' on a horse to get from place to place
Ain't no stage those days, nah, ain't got paid to play
A tender age you remember hey, it's hard to say
Now I'm off a zip trying to stay awake
Shorty do squats on the dick just to stay in shape
Phone stay on vibrate when I penetrate, woah
Hit my jet wait hit you back what you a flake
Like the dandruff in my hair, you can't stand it
Can't you tell I'm Italian [?] medallion
Like what the fuck is up, I don't know no one
I don't give a fuck, man I'm not holding
Onto on no grudge, man I'm so sober
But now I'm on some drugs, I ain't rolled over
[Chorus]
Fee Fi Fo Fum
New York Giant, here I come
Puer-Puerto Rican rum
We high, so drunk
Ballerina baby blue with Roc-a-fella 1s
And the low to match notice that it go with that, yup
Ladies knowin' that but all I really know is rappin'
Flow realer, gorilla all for that brass monk
I swear to god still smokin' clips from fuckin' last month
Fee Fi Fo Fum
New York Giant, here I come
Puer-Puerto Rican rum
We high, so drunk
Ballerina baby blue with Roc-a-fella 1s
And the low to match notice that it go with that, yup
Ladies knowin' that but all I really know is rappin'
Flow realer, gorilla all for that brass monk
I swear to god still smokin' clips from fuckin' last month
