BBY GOYARD - MYSTERY BOX lyrics

Swan dive, down bad go ahead, I won't stop
Like a mime in this bitch, I won't say nun
Off a mystery box
What the fuck up in this thing?
Said they want my image
Told 'em "Go and get it framed"
Call up, he be shooting like it's Canes
BBY DB Cooper
Bitch I'm hopping out the plane
Screaming "Fuck a traitor!", we just
Made him walk the plank, yeah
She be sucking like she got a blood bank
Exotic pack from Warsaw
Shipped it down to Burbank
Brain think like a nerd thing
I just like to geek-geek
Diesel gas, sheets, come and shop with me-me
Tax him for the wax sheets
Tax him 'cause he tacky
Flight jacket flimsy
Last of my kind, BBY Goyard you a mimsy
Sorry if I'm stingy, tryna sub out
This ain't Blimpie
Off a damn pill got me jimmied
Pull up to yo' city, which one?
The one that's windy
Which one that took the drugs
That don't make me feel mini
I'm tryna get the ten milligram
Ren 'n Stimpy
Wooh, bitch you know I'm moving shifty
Blue and yellow case, yeah
Those are Ken Griffey's
I might scam yo' dad
'cause he look like Ken Griffey
Lil Shannon, you a mystery