STANK ON MY CROCKS

Title: “STANK ON MY CROCS” (Intro) Yuh! Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Filthy with the sauce, pink boss, floss loss, Rick Ross—nah! (Hook) I got stank on my Crocs (ew), Droppin' ramen in the box (yum), Microwave go beep beep, Now I’m flexin’ with the socks (drip!). Mom said “clean your room,” I said “nah, I make hits!” She said “you smell like doom,” I said “yeah, that’s my fit!” (Verse 1) Eatin’ noodles in the shower, feelin’ powerful, Got a frog in my backpack, that’s my pal, fool. I don’t need no Lambo, I got scooter gas, Pull up to the mall screamin’ “where yo dad?” Wrist smell like cheese, I’m exotic, Toilet paper Gucci, that’s psychotic. My grades droppin’ faster than my mixtape, But at least my cereal bangin’, no mistake. (Hook) I got stank on my Crocs (ew), Droppin' ramen in the box (yum), Microwave go beep beep, Now I’m flexin’ with the socks (drip!). Mom said “clean your room,” I said “nah, I make hits!” She said “you smell like doom,” I said “yeah, that’s my fit!” (Verse 2) Pink suit, Bluetooth, smell like beef stew, Every time I sneeze, I drop a haiku. “ACHOO — I’m gross but fly,” Got ketchup in my eye, and I still look high. I don’t play Fortnite, I just yell at clouds, Put my goldfish in a crowd — he proud. Sippin’ soy sauce, got that drip on tap, Grandma said “stop it,” I said “this my trap!” (Bridge) Big brain? Nah. Dumb fame, yah. Eating crayons in the Tesla spa. Who needs clout when you got bad posture? Who needs bars when you got a lobster? (Hook) I got stank on my Crocs (ew), Droppin' ramen in the box (yum), Microwave go beep beep, Now I’m flexin’ with the socks (drip!). Mom said “clean your room,” I said “nah, I make hits!” She said “you smell like doom,” I said “yeah, that’s my fit!” (Outro) Yeah, I’m dumb, but I’m fresh, Smell like onions — that’s success. Pink Guy spirit in my chest, Now excuse me — I must jest! skrrt!