[Spoken: Lil Dicky]
Finally in Europe
Bup
Ding bup
LD aka Bup Bup
Ding bup
I can do what I want when I rap
Okay, that’s enough
[Verse 1: Lil Dicky]
Oh my god, I’m popping out in Europe
Oh, they slipping, gotta wipe the floor up
I’m the type of dude that never liked decorum
I give no f**s, I’m farting at the urinal
Mama used to call me Davey-Wavy
Twenty years later, Davey wavy
I’m Russell Westbrook, the guard changing
Still push the same car, baby
Old whip, stilly on the map, new b**hes in the back
They been f**ing with the kid for a minute
Oh my my
Got ’em looking like they ’bout to go and let a motherf**er in to rip it like a ticket
I be going to bed like this
I don’t even gotta go and pretend I’m this
I don’t even gotta trip
Still in that London apartment like ay
My girl look like she got Parkinson’s, ay
I got her moving and shaking like ay
I’m coming first when I let her like ay
Turning up everywhere, Johnny Manziel
I got somebody else checking my mail
Hoes in formation, I’m feeling like Bey
I just don’t see how someone could debate
They don’t even like to post me on FADER
f** it, I’m what they all not
Labels they know what they call lot
I got OGs in my call log
I can’t name names
Just know I been great to the greatest
But, f** it, it’s your blog
I bet they love this on Worldstar
No bugging me, that’s a girl car
Fifty just hit me like, damn homie
Go buy Lil Dicky, I’m saying
Still, sh** a landslide
How this sh** be holding up with their hands tied
How this sh** be blowing up, Nicki pants size
Could this sh** break ground, that’s a landslide
Got hits, John Kruk with the hand-eye
You don’t see the light of day, I’m like a tan thigh
And I drop a video, ton of impressions
I look around, I see nothing but impressions
[Spoken: Lil Dicky (Tim Westwood)]
Not of me, Tim, just of each other
Yeah
Tim Tim Tim Tim Tim
(That’s me baby)
I know
You think I’m gonna meet my wife in London?
(I hope so)
She could be here, no?
(Yeah, waiting for you, baby)
Oh
[Verse 2: Lil Dicky]
Oh, they was sleeping, but now they awake
Is he a Drizzy or Louis CK?
If he was both of them b**hes with both of them businesses, sh** would be criggity-cray
Wish after wish like I’m blowing this cake
b**h after b**h, they been hollering my name
Cling to my wood like a newborn koala
Cap on my sh** when I twist like Odwalla
Okay, now they trying to get involved with it
No girl yet, I gotta see ’em all first
No chain, I been trying to keep it all business
Lay it down like menorah and the sh** work
Drinking my water, I pick up a quarter
You know that the money get saved, ay whoa
Why you recording? Reporters recording the sh** that I say, ay
I don’t even gotta downgrade it
I ain’t loving what I found lately
People look at me prayer hoping
People look at you Periscoping
I might have to be a tastemaker
This ain’t Iggy, but I date Lakers
[Spoken: Lil Dicky (Tim Westwood)]
I go out with them sometimes
(Very cool)
[Verse 3: Lil Dicky]
Cut the losses, cut the bosses
Independent, f** the office
At the Wing Stop, bunch of sauces
Shout to Rick Ross, huh, bossing
I ain’t peak yet
I don’t p jet
Fly coach, Jay Wright sh**
They send me Nikes, send me Reeboks
Got a new box, I ain’t peek yet
But I been skim milk chugging with a b**h hot as asphalt
b**h wonder why I’m coming quick, it’s your a** fault
Say what you want, I be saying sh** later
You watching movies and wish you could date her
My life a movie, I think I might date her
I’d hit her on Twitter but I’m out of data
[Spoken: Lil Dicky]
I always run out of data
Is it ‘day-ta’ or ‘dah-ta’?
I hope it’s ‘day-ta’, for the sake of the rhyme
I even upgraded my plan
I swear, I do a lot of social media
Alright, thank you