Pizza

Lyrics

Yo, where's my pizza?
You want some pizza?
I want some fuggin' pizza.

Nah, man, no chinese.
Fug dem Tacos– I need cheese

Pizza (yeaaaah)

I’m outside, on E, need a re-up,
Hit the plug—thirty minutes, pull the V up.
Box land, steam talkin’ like a teacup,
Slice fold, drip walkin’ down the kee-rust.

Big trust, lil’ flex—boy, I’m breaded,
Red sauce, gold chain—yeah, I’m fetted.
Hot box, whole squad, we embedded,
Blue flame oven, every pie be vetted.

Thin crust, deep dish—pick a side quest,
Either way, I’m main care—ima big side step.
Swipe ranch, hot honey, little dip set,
Ten outta ten, that bite got a fuggin' midset.

Box logo greasy like a street tee,
Snap pic, feed goin’ up—feed me.
Beat knock, oven knock, same BPM,
When it ding, I’ma spin like a CD, damn.

Pizza

Late run,  “on route,” big bet,
Cash app ready, hit the door with the step.
Open up—box stack lookin’ like a disc set,
Cheese pull long like a plot twist—big stretch.

Paper plate throne, I’m the sauce-pope, bless it,
Crust got a crunch like a snare when you press it.
Table lookin’ like a rollout, gotta dress it,
Red pepper snow—let it flurry, then press send.

I’m top-two, not two when it come to the pie climb,
Clock hit middy, but the pizza still prime time.
Fold game crazy, that’s slice be 10 dime,
Grease hit the box, make a design—fine line.

Garlic knots on the side, that’s a cheat meal,
Brick flame kiss, that’s a heat seal.
Hot honey drip, let the beat peel,
Every single bite turn the wheels like a steep hill.

Pizza

Hometown spot know my addy by the first ring,
Loyalty points got me stuntin’ with the free wings.
Playlist loopin’, whole room do the knee swing,
Box on the counter like a trophy for the team thing.

Thin slice glide like a skateboard—clean kick,
Parmesan rain, do a lean with it, speed mix.
Ranch in the ramekin—three dips,
Hands in the air like a pre-mix—he’s lit.

Next day reheat with the crisp on, air fry,
Edges talk back like “we here,” can’t lie.
Cold slice hero in a hoodie—low fly,
Still bussin’ when it’s noon on the go-by.

Pic in the group chat: “tap in,” roll call,
Swipe once, two more—no stall.
Box in the recycle, that’s last call,
Ring up the plug, spin back like a fastball.

Pizza

Couch lock heavy, I’m in low-power mode,
Carb crash hit like a software load.
Eyes half-mast, credits rollin’ on the show,
Remote in my hand but my thumb say “no.”

Grease stain badge on the tee like rank,
Heartbeat metronome, slow roll, blank.
DND on, brain on airplane,
Food coma anthem, I’m out the frame.

Head nod loop, that’s a metronap,
Sauce on my lip like a victory lap.
Body say “bro, hit the pit stop, cap,”
Blanket do the tuck, that’s a fuggin' gift wrap.

Phone face down, FO MO on mute,
Dreamland callin’, that’s the real commute.
Melatonin tag-team with the crust dust,
Out like a light–
in carbs we trust.

in carbs we trust. (pizza)