(Intro)
So, you're dumb

Why this shit sound like a Soundcloud rapper beat though?
I dont know

(Verse 1)
Young ericmansa put it on you like a sweater
I’m the fucking man ain’t nobody do it better
Gunna shoot my shot like I’m holding a beretta
Shawty gave me brain now she swear she fucking clever
Everything I do is big I need a news letter
Set a new trend, like I was a trendsetter
Cotton candy brains got these bitches by the cane
Pull up in the whip better stay in your own lane
I am complex and you is a basic
Young and hungry kid like I was McDavid
I get runnin runnin, for this money yeah I’m gunnin
Get it everyday don’t know if I’m ever stopping
Still the front man, why you n***as start frontin
Got some British in me shoutout over there London
She be hot and thick, like I’m pulling out the muffins
I can see the clout ahead like it’s my forthcoming
Shoutout JK, shoutout to my big bro
Walk right in place looking like a damn show
Money 3 ways, like it was a T Bone
Drop the addy and showing up with all the bros
She be tripping that I hang out with a lot of hoes
When we show up swear there better be a lot of those
Excuse my language I’m just trippin from the 3rd hand smoke
Got it cooking but I never put it on the stove
You should see me right now bitch I’m too lit
I am like John Cena I will never quit
I know I get to you even just a little bit
I got the sauce and these bitches can’t fuck with it ya
Like ya

I’m too drunk I’m too high I’m too faded oh wow
And she wanna fuck I said come fuck me now like what