[Intro]
Ah
It's like—, It's like one in the morning
Uh, I just, figured I would, kick a little freestyle real quick, because fuck it
Y'know?
I don't got any weed to smoke, so I'm kinda bored now; I quit smoking
Still gonna rap about weed and shit, what else is there to rap about, y'know?
Haha

[Verse]
Yeah, again and again, I pick up the pen, to assemble a verse just like the Avengers when they revengin'
Anytime y'all rappers spit sentences, y'all get pelted with tomatoes like y'all blending y'allselfs a lil' V8 beverage
Got myself a V8 engine inside my hoodie, it's tellin' me that I should be the best who ever attend this
Wack-ass game, and these rap fags playin' they lame bullshit that they spray out they fat mouth sayin' some cap
All these retarded lil' marketin', "two quotation mark" artists finna get slapped out they garments, I rap 'em out they apartment
Truly starvin' for food and another beat I can slaughter
Whatever I spit is hotter, y'all rappers be flame retardant
I just bombard 'em with bars, harder than Baldur's Gate bards could
Your bitch on the floor, 'cause shawty like feelin' all hardwood
Y'all rappers just aren't good, y'all rap like a narc would
It's Karma the mob, and you know it's Brokie from Barthoods
I been in Japan town, steady coppin' some art books
My bitch lookin' almost as thick as this cart looks
Psyche he don't gotta ass, but he got a 'lotta cash
As well as a when-in-doubt dick, that I gotta grab
It could hold up my Prada bags, I swear guys, I'm not a fag
I'm really just a chick with fat racks, like a laundromat
Psyche, my tight is flat, but I'm never without a stack
And when it comes to ass, homie, I got a 'lotta that
I get me a 'lotta that, Louis Vuitton dress, I think I just might model that
'Lotta straps, I pack more heat than a sauna has
Automatic, rat-a-tat-tat, is y'all ain't on to that
[Verse]
That last part was ass, but whatever TBH
'Tryna get me some C-A-T, opps fuck with the cops, so astute, A-C-A-B
I'm finna fuck the thot, so let me hop in a C-A-B
Give me the ETA, so you can pull up and E-A-T
She don't like PDA, said, "I'm callin' out C-A-P,"
I can't tell if she like me, she like that bitch B-A-D
But she keep callin' me up, askin' if I'm down to T-A-P
I'm like, lemme see

[Bridge]
Ahem, sorry, shawty I got work that day
"But, you're like, unemployed"

[Outro]
Sorry, shawty, I got work that day, but, what can I say
Fuckin' bitches, and then dippin', guess I'm stuck in my ways
I can- aw, fuck, the beat's ending, alright, word, I guess I'll stop rappin'
Damn, alright, bye
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