I'm so fucking awesome, my marbles, I lost 'em
I'm taking everything, everything but precaution
Your bitches wanna call us and text us like Austin
Pussy make me hard, pussy niggas make me nauseous
I've been on my feet since the day I started walking
Bitch, I think I'm MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin
Sell coke in a drought, sell pussy at an auction
Bullets got a nigga running fast enough to race horses
'Round here, you sniff these lines, you don't cross 'em
Kill your ass and leave you behind, like an orphan
I swear it happens all the time, very often
Still getting baseball money; Barry Larkin
'Round here we play for keeps, yeah, we eating but we starving
I get me a little money, try to spread it like margarine
I'm flyer than a motherfucker, all my flights chartered
Green kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer
I'm good
I say, I go into my beast mode, rap niggas, I eat those
I tell a bitch "Take a deep breath then
Bend them knees like a free throw"
I don't want me no good girl, I fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom, I make a movie, it star me with that lead role
Cause I ball hard like D. Rose, my stash on closet
Racks in my pocket, these racks I deposit
Got racks on my conscience, money on my mind
I got shooters on my team, they got bodies on they nine
Look at that bad bitch right there, see that body on that dyke
I ain't swimming in no ho, you know I'm probably on that grind
All these niggas hating on me, me, but I ain't on that type
Cause I be in that 'Bach, nigga, and I ain't talking 'bout swine
I'm talking '62 whack, they say a nigga too fat
You a rat, your homie singin', y'all should do a duet
Shorty told me she love my swag, I made that pussy too wet
You niggas paying them hoes and I'm like "Where they do that?"
Um, I don't have a conscience, all my friends are monsters
They visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense
Like stabbing you and then watching
You fight for your life like you boxing
Bitch, deuce-deuce, I smoke that OG Killer Bobby Johnson
I'll ollie over that bitch head, it's Hollygrove 'til I'm fucking dead
I did a bid for that toast, so fuck
With me, I treat you like butter bread
But I still go hard with no regard
Earth ain't shit, bitch, go to Mars
Leave a nigga dead in the gutter, it just
Be him and a bloody ass bowling ball
I'm fresh as hand sanitizer, don't hate the game, just analyze it
Two Xanax, I'm fantasizing about fat bitches, panty sizes
Take a bullet to the chest, be a fan about it
Stop acting like a little bitch, nigga
Most of y'all niggas is bitch niggas
I got a tiger in the basement, big Tigger
My hair longer, my dick bigger
My hair longer, my dick bigger
My hair longer, my dick bigger
My money longer, my weed stronger
I feed hunger, I no longer
Get my weed from feet
I pull that freedom off my waist
Now watch me let freedom ring
Ding!
