[Chorus]
Now who the fuck picked this lil sorry ass beat?
I ain't finna rip Kodak’s style, I just come with his heat, yuh

[Verse 1]
For days, I've been in the booth
I've been grinding and smoking boof, the weed that heat, smoking to the roof
Don’t fuck with me, I'm a dog, roof
Yuh
And these bitches are like ducks at the pond, they only want my bread
If I was an emotion I'd be dread
Because, when all is done and said, if you fuck with me your dead
Yuh, I got bars like I was a prison cell
Yes I'm Fatal, I tap that ass like a bell
It wouldn't be an understatement to say that I rhyme well, uh
Yes my bars have authenticity, because I have integrity
And I live in a shitty city, huh, yuh
That's fine though, cause I'm homies with Otac
And he is back, to snap on this track
Sike, he's not that type of guy, and if your a female he’ll skeet in your eye, huh
And you will yell “Oh my!”
And then he will leave you, sigh, and he’ll say “bye bye”

[Chorus]
Now who the fuck picked this lil sorry ass beat?
I ain't finna rip Kodak’s style, I just come with his heat, yuh

[Verse 2]
You tryna fuck with me, I'm gonna fuck with you
That's how we do, bitch learn you too
Sippin' on dew, thats Mountain Dew
Fuck you gonna do?
Pull up with the crew?
Cooking beef stew, heh
Get ready for you, and all of the party
Yea that shit hardy
I can see the future just like if I’m Doc and Marty
I pull up inside a Delorean
I should be a Nobel laureate, ay
Literature, that's my prize
In the kitchen, cooking up fries
With all my heat, that's no lies
Checking out girls just like if they are spies, eh
Out here, we grow gang signs
Just check out this one, I call it the “Fuck You”
That gave me hella clout, ayy yuh
I'm about to stand and fucking shout

[Chorus]
Who the fuck picked this lil sorry ass beat?
I ain't finna rip Kodak's style, I just come with the heat

[Verse 3]
Bitch Imma shoot you (haha), like this Lugaru
You can call me Bunny, cause I jump on fucking you
Bitch, Imma crush your head
Imma fucking stomp that shit in like a bread
Fuck me, you were tryna cuck me
I grab your balls, rip that shit off like nut cream
Bitch, I fucking made you
I'm coming up like a brand new tornado, take this whole game by a storm
I'm bout to fuck you up, bitch you were born, by me, I am your father
Bitch you can't touch me I'm like fucking God bruh
Huh. the fuck you got to say?
I will drive all up like fucking Aunt May
Spiderman, fucking shoot white cream
In your bitch face, in your bitch spleen

[Chorus]
Who the fuck picked this lil sorry ass beat?
I ain't finna rip Kodak's style, I just come with his heat, yuh

[Verse 4]
Ay, yuh
Yuh
Been in the booth for days, yuh
I get chips thats Lays, yuh
Ay, I'm coming back to this track like a couple… months later
Man, it's been a fucking while now, I'm still spitting like some fucking acid fire
I'm finna burn your shit up, I'm finna get up in your face and fuc kyou in the butt
Bitch, you can't fucking touch me, like I said before, I'm like God, the real OG, yuh, ay
We smoking kush like in the Bible, like Moses did when he burned that fucking bush bruh
Yuh, that shit was real dope bruh
I don't really know what else to say, but this shit is hella lit like Tr3yWay
Holy shit man, yah
Metter of fact, spea-
ARN shit
HAHA!