| I’m the best out, case in point |
| You the type of nigga that’d catch a case and point |
| That shell catcha-catch a case when I aim and point |
| After I auto rotation, get in, case the joint |
| I’ll blaze the joint, then afterwards, blaze a joint |
| They wanna send me to the joint like they made to oink |
| But I be strapped, pants sagging |
| They call me a bad transaction |
| Because I move yay and void |
| I make a point to make folks make appointments |
| I’m a boss spinning in the cheddar, thank the voice |
| I Debo these hoes like make a choice |
| And Gero these foes, you ain’t making noise |
| Impale ya hoe with a joystick and take her joint |
| Stack bread all in my chips, game ahoy |
| I got a strap on my pelvis, I ain’t naked boy |
| I son niggas like Melvin, baby boy |
| I live by two words: Create, destroy |
| Fuck yo hood, troops that you can’t deploy |
| Niggas lie about work 'cause they ain’t employed |
| High and spacing off like mega joint |
| Bitches fish and shit but they ain’t a koi |
| This shit don’t make no sense like I ate a coin |
| You lie like you caked up but I’ll take ya bitches cakes |
| And grab them shits and make her moist |
| Leave a nigga super salty like he drank some soy (Sauce you) |
| I’m super shady like I hang with Royce (Marshall) |
| I need a drink 'cause I stay annoyed (Barstool) |
| I play God so you can’t rejoice (Awful) |
| You fucking with a nigga that’ll go to war with you |
| White flags I’ll make you hoist (Off you) |
| Feed a nigga like post tubes, 'cause I’m so cruel with those tools |
| Better save ya voice |
| ISO nigga! |
| I don’t know why niggas always hating on me homie |
| I’m too busy getting paper |
| I told you niggas ain’t nobody fucking with me |
| Tell 'em fall back, see you later |
| I been on the road putting on getting blown |
| Show me love, you a hater |
| Some of you niggas blowing up my celly |
| Giving hate about the money, I’ma hang up |
| And if a nigga really wanna get into it |
| You can tell them pussy niggas come and get me |
| I’m getting sick and tired of me telling all |
| you hating niggas ain’t nobody fucking with me |
| And if a nigga really wanna get into it |
| You can tell these pussy niggas come and get me |
| I’m getting sick and tired of me telling all |
| you hating niggas ain’t nobody fucking with me |
| I be with the B-dogs and Locs |
| I ain’t with the peace talk and smoke |
| Keep a revolver close |
| Hungry enough to come and leap off ya toes |
| Negative energy what y’all feed off the most |
| Niggas think y’all would know |
| To be smart, but he’s off the lean, off the dro |
| Plus a pill, he’s a retard for sho' |
| Street mobster’s gon' leave him in the street |
| Like he’s orange cones, wanna spin 'em like a revolving door |
| Giant firin', be off the fo' |
| Cannibal but ballistic feed off my foes |
| Back then I used to beat off to hoes |
| Now these bitches eat off my toes |
| And they clean all my clothes |
| I don’t see y’all at shows |
| Local shit is over with, |
| I’m hopin' niggas notice niggas, we on the road |
| He often told you that he’s a renegade like Em and Jay |
| But now I’m sippin' lemonade, Beyonce Knowles |
| When I’m rocking in yo city, bring all the hoes |
| Titties like the government, they be all exposed |
| I be killing everybody, three songs to go |
| With three sixteens unless Steve Austin knows |
| It don’t matter written nigga, be off the dome |
| Hoping that ya baby mamas leave y’all at home |
| Brainsick made it 'cause we all with yours |
| Let me quit flexing, I’ma leave y’all alone |
| I am the one like Keanu’s foe |
| Y’all are pussies like Keanu, woah |
| You be on, I am beyond you bro |
| Beef with me and you’ll be on the floor |
| Why is this the speed that all you flow? |
| Shoot you; fuck you finna argue for? |
| Son you like Sun Tzu, no art of war |
| Niggas really wanna beef til I shoot til there are no more |
| Brain… |
| I don’t know why niggas always hating on me homie |
| I’m too busy getting paper |
| I told you niggas ain’t nobody fucking with me |
| Tell 'em fall back, see you later |
| I been on the road putting on getting blown |
| Show me love, you a hater |
| Some of you niggas blowing up my celly |
| Giving hate about the money, I’ma hang up |
| And if a nigga really wanna get into it |
| You can tell them pussy niggas come and get me |
| I’m getting sick and tired of me telling all |
| you hating niggas ain’t nobody fucking with me |
| And if a nigga really wanna get into it |
| You can tell these pussy niggas come and get me |
| I’m getting sick and tired of me telling all |
| you hating niggas ain’t nobody fucking with me |