| Wake up, bitch, no apologies |
| My nuts in your girl mouth, she 'bout to swallow these |
| Twitter need to follow these |
| Hashtag nigga please |
| Pucker up, my nigga stuck her up |
| My dick said he see your girl he gon' fuck her up |
| About his money, you just want some pussy |
| So I’ma take it from you, and she gon' give it to me |
| I just need some gas, she just need a ride |
| You just wanna live, and I just wanna die |
| I just, I just, I just wanna cry |
| 'Cause all these rappers out here need to commit suicide |
| Somebody said you dope, they lied |
| He’ll sleep with the fishes, take him on a long ride |
| Boom biddy bye bye |
| I do it for the streets, and you do it for gay pride |
| Hey, that’s okay, come out the closet |
| I show up at the bank, and I’m makin' a deposit |
| You always need a light, I just, I just keep it lit |
| You thinkin' like a fart, *fart* I just, I think I’m the shit *fart* |
| I just wiped my ass with your rap career |
| The game is full of pussies, need a pap smear |
| You come down to Detroit, you could get clapped here |
| We roll a lot of sacks here, but we don’t call it trap here |
| I’ve been like, «Fuck the police, where’s my firearm?» |
| I know what time it is, ain’t got no Rolex on |
| And the radio still claimin' I’m a vigilante |
| They still throwin' panties, sisters, aunties, mothers, grannies |
| So tell your favorite rapper I shit on 'em |
| This is murder rap, I’m the one that put the hit on 'em |
| For all you young rappers, I ain’t got no more advice |
| 'Cause when they kill you, I’ma be laughin' when you lose yo life |