Uh-huh, I was just talkin’ about how I like Tyler and then cole
Uh, Im’ma, uh
I’ma fuckin’ Dapper Dan in a pair of Gucci socks
Runnin’ up on me you get popped
Catch the shot out the Glock, I’m the Juice, word to Pac
Run up on me, pop the top, matter of fact, better back up
Cause I’m in the back of the truck with the MAC tucked
Turn that nigga into a condiment or somethin’, he need to catch up
He can’t catch us, them niggas can’t back us
Man, them niggas need some backup
I’m on the scene, boolin’ with my bros
Like Drake with the 6, runnin’ through it with my woes
Run up on me like Shaquille and the paint I’m throwin’ bows
You a ballerina cause I keep you on your toes
Shout out to them Florida niggas, I know some zos
Run up, that’s okay, I’m finna let the choppa blow
I’m on Westwood, ridin’ through yo hood
Like Red Ridin’, strikin’ like bright lightnin’, my flow is too excitin’
I’ll end yo world like Mayans, off the dome, kickin’ it
Try me if you think I’m lyin’, now listen how I do it
I get brain from a smart bitch but she stupid
Put an arrow through yo heart but no, I’m not Cupid
Like you shuffle when I shoot, but no, it’s not Cupid
The wordplay is so cold, my heart is so gone
Yo bitches so sprung, yeah I put the team on
She gon get the whole team head, call that a crew neck
But I’m wearin’ a sweater, I’ma get her wetter
I’m the best to ever do it, I’ma say that shit forever
No matter the weather, knock ’em out like Floyd Mayweather
I’m off the dome kickin’ it, that’s just how it is
I’m Khalifa with the reefer but I never been a wiz
Tricks are for grownups, they said they were for kids
Hell naw, cause you will get popped off like a zit
If you fuckin’ with my money cause I’ll all about a grip
Tell yo bitch to swallow kids and I’ll tell you to swallow clips
Rest in piss, rest in this, matter of fact, I’ma go hard
Spit crack like Bobby Brown and grill ’em like Bogart
Stomp the yard like Chris Brown like he got shot in the movie
I’m hotter than white bitches chillin’ in a jacuzzi
My money got longer, shout out to Uzi
I’m in the scene with a nina, you run up, I’m shootin’
I swear that you don’t want no problems with me, it’s over with
Call me everything but sober, I am not with that sober shit
It’s a union with my gang, comin’ round like it’s Soviet
Matter of fact, I’m finna gamble for this shit with yo poker chips
If you run up, you will, you will get cranked like Soulja did
I’ma drop bars same way I drop bombs, you ain’t on shit
WW-dot-com, I forgot a W, I took that out, that W stand for “Win”
And I never took the losin’ route, I always took the losers out
Eeny meeny miney moe, I always pick the choosers out
She got titties, when she come around I pick the hooters out
Run up on me, that’s okay, they beefin’ with computers now
I’m not worried about these niggas, keep a thirty on my hip
I Steph Curry about these niggas
These niggas hella soft, man I worry about these niggas
I never run away, I don’t flurry away from niggas
That nigga lil’ pussy, he furry, ain’t he, lil’ nigga?
Pull up on the scene, you know I’m with it
My windows tinted, pulled up clean with a “Stop, you finished”
You know we did it
I’m ballin’ like Dennis Rodman, I’m fuckin’ awesome
My bombin’ like atomic, my eyes are redder than demonic
I’m faster than sonic, I’m faster, withdrawals got me fastin’
My stomach movin’ slow like molasses, I got it
Run up on me, I’m poppin’
Feel like Drake when I’m rappin’ cause I start from the bottom
All this shit that I’m talkin’, I could probably back it
I slide into yo bitch DM like a sled and toboggan
For yo brains I may bargain, I caught you lackin’ that target
I’ll turn yo ass to a target then threw yo ass in the garbage
Run up on me, it’s nothing, I swear to god that I’m bussin’
Like a Proactiv commercial or somethin’
These niggas makin’ assumption, me, I’m just makin’ this money
I wear Givenchy, you still in Abercrombie, you see the difference?
Broke niggas and rich niggas, showin’ the distance
This is a business relationship, fuck a friendship
All these other niggas fake like “What you got over there?
Let me get something off your plate”, nah
I did this all by myself so I don’t need nobody’s help, shit
I’m a giant, you an elf, I put yo brains up on a shelf after I collect it
Matter of fact, my mind is my weapon
Slide through yo block again and catch some sloppy seconds
That’s a preference, I heard you talkin’ about heaven
Well I send yo ass to hell, right next to Jezebel
You can catch 20 shells, you a fat person, you get shot, Garfield
I got bars like jail barbells, these niggas not funny, Seinfeld
But my flow is so unpredictable
Fuckin’ with me is like steppin’ in a minefield
Man, I could never mess up, I gotta fess up, this is a confession
I pull up on the scene with my 40, it came from my plaster
That shit is a blessing, I leave you in the past tense
I rap to wrappin’ plastics, that’s just some plaster rap
But I’m still the realest rapper after the fact, can you imagine that?
Man, these niggas sick to hell, Johnson couldn’t magic that
Man, this rappin’ shit is such a passion
Not a father when I did it so I’m callin’ me a bastard
And these niggas talkin’ dumb to me
But that shit doesn’t matter, cause my pockets gettin’ fatter
And I’m climbin’ like a ladder, outta space, I’m up on Saturn
With some niggas that came from my hometown
They really rowdy, you run up, that’s okay
I swear to God we get to growlin’ and bouncin’ and pouncin’
You gon need a bouncer, we robbin’ yo accountant for everything
So much money that I ain’t even count yet
Life’s a bitch, why is mine keep playin’ farfetched
These niggas ain’t locked up, haven’t seen bars yet
My gun singin’ like Barbra, guess, Streisand
I got a knife in my right hand, yo bitch in my left hand
And her meth in my back pocket, I’ll give it to her in a second
If she keep jockin’, I’ll rip your eyes out of your head
If you keep watchin’, I am the best rapper in here
The best rapper over there, the best rapper everywhere
I can say what I want and it’ll come out how I want it
Run up if you want, that’s okay cause it’s over
I really do not condone it, I don’t fuck with opponents
It’s commas, no exponents, but these bullets come in three
And they singin’ like Jonas, I don’t really got no smoke
But if you want it I got it, I pull it out and I pop it
I send some shots at your noggin, I remember rockin’ Robins
Back at the bottom, now it’s Givenchy and Gucci
All over my pant pockets, man, maybe I should stop it
Let’s keep goin’ man, I’m just feelin’ nauseous
Off the Henny, that’s the remedy
A hundred in these clips so if I shoot it that’s a centipede
I stick it on the Lamborghini, drivin’ like a century
It’s 21 inside the clip, like the century, I’m schoolin’ niggas
Ruler and the Glock, elementary, I’m in her mouth like a dentist
She made me replenish, I’m ballin’ like I’m Dennis
Rodman, rotten, plottin’, freestyle, no jottin’, I got it
Man I could rap forever if I go broke Westwood I’ma trap forever
So cold I could go to Siberia and trap the weather
I could trap in Siberia, I could trap wherever
Man, rainy weather, sunny weather, either way, it goes
My gun with me cause it go, oof!
Next beat, next beat, I may come back
Next part, what should I kill? Cool