Uh-huh, uh-huh
Man, man, man, man
Uh
On these beats, I feel like I’m a murderer
Who are these niggas? Who are y’all, never heard of ’em
Who am I? I’m a murderer, uh
Niggas always on a sneak diss murmuring, uh
Ion really got no time for the chit-chat, bitch get back
This choppa break pussies in half, Kit-Kat
Run up on me that’s cool, up the choppa out the mismatch
Designer that you can’t afford, uh
Hop out a foreign, these up niggas in a Ford
Yo’ bitch like a car, yeah, that bitch a whore, uh
A four-door, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
President like Morris, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like I’m the best at what I do, I swear it
Pull up on the scene, that blood, you gon’ wear it
And brains get to tearin’, and all that fallin’, ballin’
‘Bron on the Lakers like Spalding, damn
This is how I play
Me and G-Money gamblin’ over 2K, that’s 10K
Yo’ advance, not 2K
Off the top with the freestyles, no toupee
I kick push work in my city like Lupe
That bitch don’t cross the street, yeah she go both ways
My choppa shoot ’em four times, that’s foreplay
Make you ring like a single finger, no Beyoncé
Man, it’s 3K for the wrist, André
Just to fly out a bitch from the islands, Bombay
I do me all night and all day, dawg
Run up on me, then that choppa gon’ spray, dawg
I’m not a Xbox, no I won’t play, dawg
That shit dead like your people’s in the graveyard
No offense, nah fuck that, all offense
Police come through, I’m out the trap, I hopped the fence, uh
Man, I do this everyday though
In the cut, like I kill people nigga, Tadoe
World in my hands, I’ma mold it like Play-Doh
Full of shit, hell yeah, rich ass A-Hole
A-Hole on the a-list
Fuckin’ all the bitches on the a-list that you ain’t even see yet
I’m meeting all the legends, that all these goofy ass peasants, didn’t even get to meet yet
They askin’ for features
I’m shittin’ on my exes, these niggas and my teachers
You pull up, that’s okay
Remember up in school when we caught yo’ ass lackin’, and we jumped you by the bleachers?
That’s a true ass story
Yeah, I got kicked out
Fuck the bitch in the porta-potty, my dick out
I’m on the scene goin’ crazy, runnin’ sick routes
I had to bring that shit out, man
I’m exposin’ these niggas
I don’t take breaks from raps, no reloading, lil’ nigga
My clip on infinity, shootin’ up yo’ vincinity
I got Duff Clinton, lil’ money like my name Hillary
I feel like a pastor, the triple 9 is the ministry
Nigga they be pussy like a menstrual bleed, huh
Really I’ma play ’em like an instro key, huh
Pull up on a scene, choppa gon’ spray
Sing like, “Do-re-mi”
Falsetto, I fucked the bitch in the projects from the ghetto
I pull her strings like my name was Gepetto
Left her in the middle like Malcolm
Sit down and settle
Man, I’m the best
Man, I’m a rebel
Billy Idol in my earphones, I’m a devil
I’m the best to ever do it
Fuck with me, I’ll hit you in your face, you leakin’ body fluids
I feel like, I feel like
These other niggas they be sweet like Mike And Ikes
These niggas pussy, then a bitch, they won’t take a life
I might as well take they life then take they wife
Resurrect they bodies, shoot them twice, yeah shoot them twice
Real shit, scratch they ass off, lil auto quick-pick
Burn ’em like kush with Jamaicans and incense
Been the realest nigga since I came out an infant
Ten years old, freestylin’
The best to ever do it, all the other crowds silent
Went to high school and the shit got wilder
Suburbs and hoods at the same time violent
From Roselyn to Homewood, I did my shit
R. Kelly hell yeah, I piss the shit
R. Kelly with the gun, get pistol-whipped
In that shit, sharper than a fucking pencil tip, man
I ain’t never gave a shit, I ain’t never gave a fuck
I ain’t never gave a damn
That’s your bitch, why’s she all up on my dick
From the ‘Gram, she gon’ prolly gonna come over and get crammed
And these niggas ain’t on shit
I’m sure like Sam motherfucker I am
And I swear to God, that bitch trapped up
Like a dyke, like her first name Dick Van
Oof, I got some wordplay
I’m ’bout to ax these niggas with the verbs, ayy
Chopper shootin’ for the green, I feel like Larry Bird, ayy
I say what I want, these other niggas absurd, ayy
I’m on Flex, flexing on all these niggas that was freestylin’
I feel like I’m the best of all of ’em
I’ve been ballin’ on ’em like Like Mike
I’m a Harley Davidson, you a Tike Bike
You a Tike Bike and that’s my shit you sayin’ nigga
That’s a soundbite
I ain’t had copyrights today so you can have it cuz
I’ma prolly make that money back, I’m a savage, mhm
You fuckin’ with my gang, you gon’ need more than a bandage
If we robbin’ you, then we gon’ cut deep more than some bandits
We gon’ take your whole shit down, fuck a vandal
Put a bullet in your soup can, fuck the Campbell’s
Matter fact, I’ll leave your brain eggs,get it scramble
I feel like Kyrie with this mic, I handle
Feel like a technician with this shit, get dismantled
Man, this is off the top of the dome, I never write it
See the shit before I say it, I’m feelin’ just like a psychic
She ridin’ my dick just like a bike, ten-speed
.40 on my hip nigga, please don’t tempt me
Full clip, I’ll leave the party empty
With a bad bitch riding me like okay
Whole team finna fuck on that bitch, we ten deep
If her boyfriend rolling, he’ll jump by ten feet
I did it yeah
I did it yeah
I walk away with blood on my Timberlands
That’s why I keep on ballin’ like Timbs
Dunkin’, A1 with the shit no flunkin’
I hate Halloween so I’m aimin’ at your pumpkin
Yo bitch Dunkin Donut sweet, a munchkin
She a eat-eat, we gon’ make the bitch munched in
She want McDonald’s, we may just take her out for lunch then
We ain’t going to Ruth’s Chris, not for this piss poor bitch
We ain’t going to Ruth’s Chris, not for this piss poor bitch
Nah, we can go to Ruth’s Chris and ball out
Bussin’ ‘Rari’s, run ’em just to fall out
Playing XBOX, so used to play Fallout
Broke up with my bitch over it, we fell out
Man, the cops came, I bailed out
Done packed shit, we used to ship ’em through the mail
Now, I’m in L.A. smokin’ the shit they ship out
I dpn’t gotta ship it, I just pull and sip now
Speaking of sippin’, I kinda love the codeine
I don’t do that coke, these niggas keep the nosebleeds
I pull up on ’em, ballin’ court sides, no nosebleeds
24 I need a ring, feel like Kobe, uh
Clutch as fuck bitch I feel like Ginóbili
At least that’s what your mama told me
But she was in the bed, holdin’ on to my Rollie
With my dick in her mouth like a freshly lit stogie
From Chicago, we eat arrows and hoagies
Will you eat, where you from? That shit trash, ho
From Chicago, we feel like the G.O.A.T
Hell yeah, we the best in the class, ho
Hell yeah, we the first, not the last, ho
Hell yeah, we’ll beat your ass in class, ho
Hell yeah, we’ll drop out and fuck the math, ho
Just to hit the streets, add it up do the math, bro
Feel my wrath when I’m walking in these Rafs, bro
I’ma tornado, get the fuck out of my path, bro
Ayy, LOL when I’m in the bank
These niggas stealing my mentions but I got the last laugh, ho
Man, I’m richer than a bitch
I really hate the bag but sometimes I get an itch
I wanna talk my shit so I can walk my shit
So I can hit his light and knock it off his switch
And if his girl wan’ it, we are off his bitch
Walk away, police coming over
We call for this shit, like
“Yeah, we don’t know what happened, we was on the corner freestylin’ to Juice shit rappin’, ya dig?”