JPEGMAFIA, Arno Faraji - PINK SLIP lyrics

"Officer I have a problem here"
"I've named this one jpeg"
"You are watching a master at work"
14K,  18K, gold "You think you know me"

Ooh ooh
Old designer on my right wrist ("jpeg")
I can take it like a cyclist, white bitch
I been rolling on the right trip (oowee)
You ain't even like this (oowee, "Superb")
Working around the temples with
My right wrist
Nigga you ain't never been on my shit
Fuck around and get her play with my set
That's on my set i ain't got no set (nah)
I just got respect i got a check (yeah)
And your girl want me i know she want head
I don't eat no pussy, sike I lied (yeah)
I be dying just like Pac-Man ("It cuts")
Eat the dots up batman, that man
Carry 22s gat man, shotgun (gunshot)
Like a hit
Bitch I'm that man, black man ("FIGHT!")
At your door with the sack, man (wow, yeah)
I am black like Colin Powell (yeah)
I got all this money, power (yeah)
So you know these niggas sour (yeah)
I like to blow on the ketamine
My bitch she look like a samurai ("DANGER")
Shredder run right on my bitch ("BITCH!")
I got your ho on my dick
She be all on the tip
I be riding with the stick (ooh)
And your girl ride stick (ooh)
She control that shit (yeah)
Oowee oowee I'm on a terror
Oowee Peggy Peggy you won't dare (yeah)
Come around we bet you're scared (yeah, yeah)
("Laughing all the way to the bank")
Bitch I'm the shit bitch I'm the man
Get this money, live that life, die real
That's the plan fuck you sayin'?
I'm saiyan, how I'm moving in this place
I can't turn the other cheek
Niggas'll shoot you in the face
That's why I'm shootin' from the waist
Fuck a shooter bitch
'Cause, I don't want my niggas catchin' case
FUCK! ("You ain't no-")
That's why you cannot relate
I might fuck her and while you
Boo all in my face
That's 'cause she knew I was the ace
I just slipped out the pussy
Then slipped in my Vans i get cash
Fuck a Uber, I'll just hitch the sedan
Puffin' Buddha, fuckin' cougar
She just ripped up my pants
Gettin' hitched, not the plan
She get hit, by my mans
Half a zip in my hands
Rolling leafs by the gram taking big steps
I might walk and trip to Japan
Don't run your mouth girl
Loose lips ain't shit (FUCK)
She let me hit and now I got that pink slip
(bitch) "New York's down South supplier"
"We got it for cheap"
"One thousand grams uncut to the- gut"
"Damn son where'd ya baby momma find this?"
"I'm telling on you!"