Welcome to my Kingdom

* Talk at start of the song

Camistry
Gotta get a bitch with a ride imma dip
Imma skirt around them DMs call me whip
If she disrespectful I won't give her a lift
But if we a match then you could call us lit
She said that she got a mans
That they be getting more bands
She messing around with the clan
She messing around with the fam (whoop)
I know she clueless with money
If she wants me its something
She always on the buzz, ey
But that girl ain't no honey (ha)
Gotta get going, I left a tab, then took a cab home
Gotta get going, (whoop) she want me to stay
Imma say maybe, driving me crazy
Looking hell fady, i need some shadies
Thank God they pay me (damn)
So I can go party, trynna call me hear that message beep
Talking about your success
But guess who is next? Its me
Chatting about your next mans
But guess who is next? Its me
Its me, Camistry

(laugh) it's the Camistry that get's me every time

Itsy Witty
I'm twisting up this flow, Imma drop jaws like sharknado
Clothes or songs or girls you know we ain't got no label
My skin vanilla but my rhymes be oh so tasteful
The babe ain't buying maybeline cause I be giving facials
Taking shots on bunnies you would think I'm elmer fudd
Mistress has bite marks but the mattress ain't got no bed-bugs (hell nah)
Got so many domains, but I do not got a crib, no
I'm the witty king though, welcome to my kingdom (welcome in)
My ego huge, yeah I'm like a living bobble head
Pop another bottle and, tequila got me wobbling
This beds gon' need a short haired cutie model in
Why? So I cream all over this waffling
Itsy Witty wanna stir the game up like it's pad thai
Yes I am a tad white, but I'm glad, I rap tight
Projecting my projects im hustling hard to meet all my objectives
I killed this beat your honour there ain't gon' be no objection (objection)
Halfway through Uni so you know I keep on adding class
Celebrating life, I'm getting yays like Adidas (haaa)
Can't help that I'm getting thumbs up like a taxi cab
Imma bleed the game white, someone go buy some maxi-pads!
GOD! Imma flip the game like I just lost monopoly (fuck!)
Wobbe-ly, cause I'm bigger headed than a broccoli
Im plugging like a powerboard, just to work an hour more
Acne on my face got me looking like sweet and sour pork
Models see my modules so I am in the right headspace
Bird watching with a woodpecker like girl go give my head-space
Going dumb like Kevin Malone cause im home alone like kevin
A Rose in my bedroom, so I jack less than an i
Phone 7 (ay!)
Your flow so blocky, you looking puzzled, sudoko (what?)
Im grinding in the office and I'm hustl-ing at home (everyday)
So throw my hat into the ring, cause this kid ain't bluffin (hell na)
And soon call me Amir cause I'll be living in muffin (get it?)
I put the gears into motion yeah this years my auto boom
We too lit in the hotel suite we need another room (fuck dude)
Music is pirated, we never order tunes (stingy)
Yeah; that was a set up, for a punchline on autotune (hey Nicki)
You take more L's than Llullaillaco when I be spitting lava
Spitting like a llama, this the suburban rap saga (I'm White!)
Being Swedish so I gotta get the dalas (yeya)
Calendar got more dates than a pack of saltanas (oof)
Eating like a king, bigger mains than mufasa's
So big headed for selfies I gon' need a panorama
She started stripping for this wimpy kid, zoo me mama
Then Itsy Witty went redder, than the Dalai lama