Samples: Recado Bossa Nova by Vi Velasco & Zoot Sims and One Step From Heaven by Gloria Lynne
lyrics
[Wülf Boi]
I-I-I-I-I-I feel like
Travis Scott mixed with Travis Touchdown
I think my works adding up now
Bruce Wayne till sundown
Then I hunt down every foe that come round
Destroy evil like Bruce Campbell
no challenge I can’t handle
I dismantle any opposition
Like Big Boss, when I’m on a mission
I’m a bigger boss than Rick Ross
I don’t walk around with the stick talk
Bob Ross, with the happy trees
I don’t paint pictures I slap beats
Like ooh
yeah my shit is really lit
I’m giving you nothing but the lick like Adam Neely Vids
Got my Hair dyed blond like frank ocean
Since 8th grade I stayed in my emotions
Pills and potions, Nikki Minaj single
Imma slide in her DMs if Nikki Minaj single
Man, Fuck a backpack rapper, word to ‘Bino
Me and my two friends was in Atlanta, we A Migos
Now my passport tatted up, like Lil Skies
Lil Xan, Ski Mask, and 69
When them name drops happen
I feel like brockhampton
Cuz this brag rap so abstract
When I go Joba necks snap crack
Like jack jack wit the flame
Wülf Boi been killing the game
Like the game dropping some names
I’m tryna top all of these names
Cuz all these names inspire me
To always try to be a higher me
I’m don’t mean I’m trying to do what they do
All I mean is to me: they’re proof
That I can be successful doing my own thing
Never compromise, make my own way
[AnimePapi]
Shouts out to PoleArm, we all know he next up
Don't try to play us, we not no Alexa
Y'all worried bout the sauce, and we got the elixer
Belong in the Louvre, how we painting these pictures
Y'all at a loss for words, but you can't click, search
They want inside the lane but they just can't merge
See you up and they crawling out the woodwork
If I get another text Imma go berserk
Y'all sinking like an iceburg, with the Titanic
Gassed up like a lighter, everybody in a panic
Poof, gone, one click, and you vanish
Everybody tryna find out who the man is
It's me, a hopeless romantic
I'm hear with my woes, and emotions so manic
I don't wanna hear it, can it
Thoughts like a seed, plant it
Oh dammit, world looking slanted
My have to take it apart with my hands, then
Throw it back together, while I'm on my feet dancing
Everyone cheering, I feel like Ted Dansen
Mixed with a little Marilyn Manson
Or Mrs. Monroe, I'm the king of romancing
If i'm not the shit, why these bills in my hands, then
Counting up the money, while my queen doing handstands
Rick Owens, these not Vans, Balmain on the pants
Take her out to Cali when she wanna blow some bands
Rapper money in my bank, not by chance
I was born a star, used to play with pots and pans
Do it for myself, and my little tiny dancer
Locals hit me up, on my phone, I won't answer
I don't got time for your silly little banter
Y'all all up on my nuts like my last name planter
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