Boregard., BVMMER - Bootycall Lyrics

I be spiting in my uniform, I don’t get tired of going to work
But I still be getting high, I be feeling like the Clerks
Feel like rap my Call of Duty, but I be enjoying the perks
If she calling me this late, it must be about booty for sure

Mad, but I keep it civil, these n*ggas got me perturbed
I might go berserk, just like a Boku No Hero quirk
N*ggas pull up late to the interview, in a wrinkled shirt
They like “Bo you think I got the job?” I be like, “for sure”
I ain’t even ask her, but she said that hellcat make her pussycat purr
Tell her I don’t got one, I am not a capper
But she said, “you will soon, you’re the greatest rapper!”
Lean served cold, on the rocks, with snapper
N*ggas get exposed, whole time they was a catfish
Dogs know some vets, but they still a little rabid
And they gonna make a scene if I say “ACTION!”

I be spiting in my uniform, I don’t get tired of going to work
But I still be getting high, I be feeling like the Clerks
Feel like rap my Call of Duty, but I be enjoying the perks
If she calling me this late, it must be about booty for sure

Everybody taking shots at me, I’m feeling like a cure
Ride me like a motorcycle baby, we just watched Akira
Not safe for work faster than an NSX Acura
Young n*gga fried, like shrimp tempura
I could catch a vibe, like Ace Ventura
D*ck her down, and make her cheer up
I put it on her like syrup
Pack got me thinking I’m in an episode of Black Mirror
I be cooking up, and stacking bread, Panera

I be spiting in my uniform, I don’t get tired of going to work
But I still be getting high, I be feeling like the Clerks
Feel like rap my Call of Duty, but I be enjoying the perks
If she calling me this late, it must be about booty for sure