On the track, I put in work, fucking your bitch, I make her squirt
I don't bust guns, 'cause I'm quick to fight
You can't keep calm when you're from Saint Louis right?
I'm so Northside, I got frostbite
I know my swag on point n***a don't bite
Word Play that n***a, yeah that's right
You's a gang banger? N***a yeah right
Anyways, back to my ways
Ball hard in real life and on 2K
Home invade then turn around and buy some J's
Cops can't catch me like Matt Forte
Your rhymes are dead like Billy Mays
Gon dig your grave, here's a bouquet
Read what my hat say, it say's Obey
I'm on the porch smoking purple haze
I ain't got time for beef, I'll take a medium fry
Get my n***a Steez on you if you don't comply
Got shooters on my deck, they on my patio
Kill your ass, steal your hoes, just call me Fabio
Walk up in the club these bitches scream for me like Deltas
You ain't start from the bottom unless you lived in a homeless shelter
Like Grand Theft Auto, you got six stars, so gon and take shelter
Heater on my hip, I'll crank it up, and it will melt ya
Like I said, up on the track, I put in work
On your mark, get set, go, I got berserk
Bitches fucking up my vibe, I'll put 'em in the dirt
Bitch quit bitching, and go to work
If you sexy and you know it and you really wanna show it
Shut it down, 'cause nobody needs to know it
Used to be rich, changed my named to Richard
Nah, I'm broke right now, planning out my future
'Cause imma put in work, put in work
'Bout to take your chick you better warn her, Kurt
Rambo status, I go berserk
Random chick see me, she go berserk
I ain't got no worries, like Lil' Tunechi
I ain't even gotta rap to get pussy
Bitches see my wood, call me sequoia
Smoked a blunt, fucked a bitch, and I'm outchea
Popped a molly I'm sweating, hot tamales I'm sweating
TrackNation chick I'm fucking, blunt rolled I'm puffing
Been freestyling, for 'bout a minute now
Bet you all amazed like oh my God n***a how