Breeo, Fanny Pacquiao - PEDIALYTE Lyrics

I need some Pedialyte
I am not too concerned with my social media life
Give you the facts in my raps til' my Wikipedia typed
Shoot crooked like Lonzo Ball
Teeth crooked I don't give a fuck
Grind them bitches like I'm Tony Hawk
The thing about money and bitches, I get em'
I don't even care if they come and they go
I might declare a new holiday
Now that Young Fanny and Jaysin are back out they home
Really had to break em' out lockdown, pull up, hop out
Full car and I'm passing the smoke
Botha my parents was some drop outs
Had to opt-out, meet the plug then I get it and go
Uh Uh
Kick in ya door
It ain't no Biggie to poppa ya hoe
I'm in the city they pity I'm fitted so pretty
It don't even weigh on my soul
Tax on the blunt like the IRS in my interest portfolio
Pack of the runtz so I don't so stress
Cuz I smoke stress straight to my dome
Pushing carts like Walmart
Venmo, CashApp, Apple Pay
Push to start on my mom's whip
She don't drive it so I drag race
Skrrt off in something nice
Neck Smirnoff how it got the ice
Pussy boy, it's the burbrat
With the Vizine, eyes look like rice
Hoes in my hair like lice
Buzzcut sounding nice
Ya'll are not my type
I might go Suge Knight
I don't give no fucks
Goddamn
Hey
Vans got flames on the side
Wood got 2.5
He got a frown face on cuz his girlfriend think I'm that guy
I got D&G cologne on, Gelato, no Cold Stone
And you still trippin' bout old hoes
And you ask me to play your mixtape, you need to catch up
You on old flows
I keep runnin' something like a cold nose
And I got a wallet, it don't fold
And I got runtz, and it's all rolled
She asked, what's inside the fanny pack
Baby don't ask that
I don't got no Snapchat
but I do indeed have CashApp if you got currency you wanna transact
That's just how I'm living I guess
You're actually just probably jealous of my financial success
Just another beat get murdered just like all of the rest
I got my Birkenstocks on with my neon vest
Bustdown poke watch and it's cold as Alaska
And she wanna give me sugar like a Orange Fanta
Choosin' me like multiple choice and I ain't even ask her
I ain't even ask her
And I don't know nothing about astrology but that girl is a cancer
I said that girl is a cancer
She ain't raised right she ain't got no manners
Damn it
I don't give no fucks

I need some Pedialyte
I am not too concerned with my social media life
Give you the facts in my raps til' my Wikipedia typed
Shoot crooked like Lonzo Ball
Teeth crooked I don't give a fuck
Grind them bitches like I'm Tony Hawk
The thing about money and bitches, I get em'
I don't even care if they come and they go
I might declare a new holiday
Now that Young Fanny and Jaysin are back out they home
Really had to break em' out lockdown, pull up, hop out
Full car and I'm passing the smoke
Botha my parents was some drop outs
Had to opt-out, meet the plug then I get it and go
Uh Uh
Kick in ya door
It ain't no Biggie to poppa ya hoe
I'm in the city they pity I'm fitted so pretty
It don't even weigh on my soul
Tax on the blunt like the IRS in my interest portfolio
Pack of the runtz so I don't so stress
Cuz I smoke stress straight to my dome
Pushing carts like Walmart
Venmo, CashApp, Apple Pay
Push to start on my mom's whip
She don't drive it so I drag race
Skrrt off in something nice
Neck Smirnoff how it got the ice
Pussy boy, it's the burbrat
With the Vizine, eyes look like rice
Hoes in my hair like lice
Buzzcut sounding nice
Ya'll are not my type
I might go Suge Knight
I don't give no fucks
Goddamn
Hey
Vans got flames on the side
Wood got 2.5
He got a frown face on cuz his girlfriend think I'm that guy
I got D&G cologne on, Gelato, no Cold Stone
And you still trippin' bout old hoes
And you ask me to play your mixtape, you need to catch up
You on old flows
I keep runnin' something like a cold nose
And I got a wallet, it don't fold
And I got runtz, and it's all rolled
She asked, what's inside the fanny pack
Baby don't ask that
I don't got no Snapchat
but I do indeed have CashApp if you got currency you wanna transact
That's just how I'm living I guess
You're actually just probably jealous of my financial success
Just another beat get murdered just like all of the rest
I got my Birkenstocks on with my neon vest
Bustdown poke watch and it's cold as Alaska
And she wanna give me sugar like a Orange Fanta
Choosin' me like multiple choice and I ain't even ask her
I ain't even ask her
And I don't know nothing about astrology but that girl is a cancer
I said that girl is a cancer
She ain't raised right she ain't got no manners
Damn it
I don't give no fucks