[Verse 1]
It's the rap–it's the rap game Lou Reed
Tummy full of drugs and a pocket full of weed
I'm on the wild side, man, it's a mild high, man
But once it kicks in, I'm 'bouta be fucked up
Lucked up, 'cause I ain't die yet, but you know I tried it
Smoke a couple blunts and I ain't even fuckin' high yet
Got a couple pounds and I ain't even fuckin' buy it
Buddy, I supply it, I just keep it quiet
Uh, mofuckas know I'm hot
I ain't on a fuckin' track? Then that shit don't bop
Up in Portland with my bitch and she do give top
Got me tweakin' like a hoe, when I nut, don't stop, yuh

[Interlude]
ACOT, where you been at, man?
Yo, ayy, ACOT, where you been at, man?

[Verse 2]
I'm like yo, only in this rap shit for like a year
I be gettin' money and I also make it disappear
Just to make it clear, if I want it, I could have it
Could've had the fame already
Think it's almost time to grab it, and uh
Labels on my nutsack, man
Throwin' money in my face, I don't trust that, man
Need to cut back, man, I ain't signin' shit
Lookin' at me like I'm money, you can suck my *beep*
And uh, no happy ending in this life, take that smirk off
I'll find it while I'm still alive, gettin' jerked off
Somewhere in Hollywood, sippin' on some Smirnoff
Drunk at a drag queen race with my shirt off
First off, I'm the hottest bitch on the mic (Hottest bitch on the mic)
These rappers wack, don't believe in the hype (Don't believe in the hype)
ACOT, see I do what I like (Do what I like)
ACOT, see I do what I like, bitch (Bitch)