Yeah, so I woke up today, thinking why not just go freestyle in every fucking mixtape
I mean Lil Wayne can do it, I can do it right
DJ J.D in the booth, Los, Vince, live, getting fucked up, hear the ice cubes
Chyup, Yes, Chyup, Los, Chyup, Who go run this town?

Bitch, yes I am, Yeah I said it I am. Now I got the college bitches rockin out to my jams
Bitch I put T's on, all white everything, white hats, white shoes, all white everything
Crew full of white boys, pocket full of white girl. Fuckin a Sicilian bitch while she's still a white girl
And I drink so much everynight I might hurl, Klichby, Burberry, Elk Stones, White Pearls

Yes and I know I lost about 20 stacks, and I got hit in the head with the strap
But its all good still pocket full of cash man, and I had my family spray-tie them up in trash cans
U-city run this town, provinces, got my whole family on a boat call it the Odyssey
Bitch will say follow the leader, so they follow me. A lot of coke, a lot of pills, a lot of cash, a lot of weed

Italy, St Louis, Daytona, Florida, changing cities everyday I can transform ya
Fucker Little Wayne, I put the beat in ER, don't have a license, got money for 3 cars
And I blow trees hard, walk up in the Weed Store, shout out to my agent, he got my fake weed card
Yeah bitch end up on a seashore, locked up in a keystore. We rap about a key for

Bitch it's that live shit, this that jive shit. That Sting like a bee, make you break out in hives shit
This that Los baby I don't even try shit. That 2012 NBA live shit
Just me, P-Bo, Tiny, Jeff and Vince. Ask my jack and coke bitch I don't need no references
Hop in a car with your bitch los is what her preferences, like do you need some refreshments

I Keep it 100 bitch, ask my cup of Hennessy, Auto-tune Rappers, just metaphors and similes
U-city bitch, loaded guns titherly, World Cup flow bitch, I rap so Italy
Denver, we run this town, Campuses sell Coke, Ecstasy, Edibles, Cannabis
Hot with no candle lit, so I'm kinda scandalous, we buy Weed from the growers straight from Los Angeles

To tell the truth yeah I'm not even a rapper, everyday bust a kilo straight up out the wrapper
What do you call me guess I'm a trapper, only thing you do quicker is fuck your bitch faster
Mr Miyagi call me the master, Ecstasy and Gatorade, call it X-Factor
Pocket full of math bitch, you do the factors, This beat is so chill, no need to rap faster

Italy, we are the mother-fuckin country, foreigners got a problem go on then confront me
If we'd fight you'd step away, my Weed is so funky. Go Ape-shit on the beat banana Kush monkeys
Gorillas, brown bag boys, rollin swishers, fuck with the money my family will kill ya
And I swear to God bitch, I'm smoking on the killer, Weed, Orange Crush, Mountain Dew
Sierra Mist, Chyup

Cherfin music camp boys, homie get your list up, and I roll the best blunt, that you ever lit up
Sit up, Get up, Fight Night, Mits up. Drooling dog flow, I dare you to throw a stick up
Walk into your crib, homie its a stick up, give me the kestrel or re-weed sniff yup
And your girl told me that you can't find the clit but, I had the fuckin bitch cryin doin sit ups

And I'm in the booth, like a rocket I just lift up. No time for no bitch cunt or no trick slut
If you ever hit a lick, bitch put your clips up
And if you haven't wiped me down, get your fuckin chips up
Shit up, Mask on, All about my bricks yup, Drink so much Champagne, all I do is piss cups

Yeah Los baby, Live in the studio, Couple of drinks dude, You know how we do it
Mixtape on the way Cherfin Music Volume 1, Lets get it, Chyup