Ham Sandwich (USA), Ty Wild, Redster - BLUNDER POLICY! lyrics

I feel like Leon entertaining the masses
Rocks bouncing on my chain
And you would swear it was magic
Call my tech a Genesect
They peep the way that I blast it
My thirty eight tell nine tales
And all of them tragic
I'm a classic in the making
Y'all are faker than plastic
Chopper heavy on my hip, slam
Damage is massive i'm a savage
And you niggas Lillipups to a mastiff
Top dog, Boltund to the top
I already passed it, woo
I feel like an Eevee with VV IV's
Green stay getting longer like
I'm evolving a Snivy
Delibird, I never sleep
The hustle keep me lively
Baddie hit my PokeNav, she wanna PokeRide me
If you hate me 'cause you ain't me
Why the fuck you even follow me?
Why your birth certificate look
Like a Blunder Policy
I just roll that fourty three
And go off on an Odisshey
The vile plume a hazy cloud
The loudness isn't audibly
I keep a flasher on my hip
And it ain't for photography
I'm always moving cautiously
But stay out my geography or turn to Ash
And I ain't talking prophecies

Fuck the prophecy, we turn your ass to Ash
You not no hero
PokeStar Studios, I'm tryna make a scene, bro
I see your sweet hoe
She do me on the side like B row
She tryna link with me
While she leave you looking for link codes
Pulling up like Aqua, Magma -
How I stole your darling, peeko
She lying spread eagle like
Sobble hit the T-pose
Was weeping when she left you
Then I gave that bitch a leaf stone
Now she always want me in
Her mouth like a Victreebel
I'm with her in my whip
It's getting hot just like a
Fire lash from Heatmor
Said I got that special D
No need for screens, hoe
Y'all some X and Y rivals
My squad's a rom hack elite four
A real G like Guzma
I get wired up and beast mode
You could never be me
Z crystals make it see soul
Blaze, and your team got no
Haze, so that's a sweep, bro
Exeggcute, you think you a dragon
Well, that's a reach, bro
They high as fuck, blunting like a Treecko
Mega Rayquaza, I'm way up
And I don't need stones
Vital spirit in me, I don't sleep, bro
In the lead, scoping out elite foes
Catch 'em tryna switch up like Morpeko
G34 on my hip 'cause a king need dough
You think you the king
I guarantee you getting dethroned

Niggas wanna battle
Send these niggas to the darkest void
Scizor in the fucking clip
Each bullet punching hollow points
Your bitch in my hideout
All I'm hearing is a hyper voice
Choppa roar gon make a nigga dip
Like he ain't got a choice
Bullet in your cranium if you
Thinking you big brain
Bitches give me Cranidos
She looking for the big fame
Braixen stick is right up on my hip
I draw a big flame
Niggas turn to hop, uh uh, that's a big shame
Scope'll let me see him like
I'm working on optometry
You gon' catch a round
I keep a gadget like I'm Sophokles
MissingNo up on me, and my bag is an anomaly
I could be an air balloon
I promise you not popping me
I'm in upper class
You niggas living commonly
Dynamic punches hit him like hypnosis
Let him go to sleep
Demeanor be on sheer cold
There ain't a nigga cold as me
Blade on me Kartana if a
Nigga think they folding me