Listen
Don't ever disrespect me, actin' like I ain't the best to do this
Shit is real
If you pussy? Then I suggest you do this
Invest in shooters in special units, expensive Rugers
Or move the fuck out the way and allow a vet to do this
I've been rappin' my age, let me get disrespectful
Fuck that grown intellectual shit I been spittin' at you
I get a chick to press you
You think she gettin' sexual
Fix her lips to peck you, then pull out a clip and wet you
It's essential, the way I disassemble an instrumental
I spit it vengeful and lift a pencil like if the rent due
Homie, your chick is stressful
Tell me my dick is special
Legs way back, feet behind her head, it's a pretzel
I'm with the Hav-e-r-hill has made me
Sprinkle some adobo on it and made it flavory
I'm over forty, but got the face of a ba-by
That's why your la-dy call me to come and lay D
In the tuck, I keep a flow to tweak out
That's why I always lace you with them loco freestyles
See, I'm also a-gile and my auto bling blaow
So, your chick want me to leave her toto in chow
When I finish, she feed me pollo guisao
It's Ea$y fuckin' Money
Do not forget it, I'm him
Homie, I'm everywhere
Catch me afuera with Nems
And some Coney Island goons that'll prosthetic your limbs
I am actually the best to ever rap to a beat
He-ro mash 'em, make a statue of me
I make you a casualty when I clap you with heat
The first shot'll drop you, a second'll lift you back to your feet
Word is bond now, and forever, this a pledge
To stand on biness
Homie, I meant it, what I said
It is evident that Ea— forever get the bread
I ain't vote the last election, all my presidents are dead
Through your streets, I effortlessly maneuver
All different type of heat, but my specialty is the Ruger
Y'all get in beef and you group up
Spread the heat to your shooters
I clap shit on my own, yo no necesito ayuda
Prototypical MC, I'm the truest of all
Ya hide behind goons, what kind of shooters are y'all?
Green light 'em if they bring drama to us, it's law
'Cause we come in peace, don't mean we not connoisseurs of war
It's S to the T dot, 'cause we run with the street
Don't be the next rapper they find slumped in his Jeep
You sound dumb when you speak
Talkin' 'bout it's a drum on your heat
You ain't even got no drums on your beats
Collapse your lung if I reach
You comatose when the ladder rung
I ain't here blowin' smoke, talkin' 'bout shit I haven't done
Listeners astounded like, "Holy smoke, he the baddest one"
I am the best to ever overdose on a Statik drum
Nems there thinkin' this n***a's a psycho
I came to disrespect, to disfigure the mic-ro
Some these women love me like lip fillers and lipo
'Cause when I stick it to 'em, this dick feel like a light pole
The streets we dwell, they teach me well
Money driven, never sidetracked by these females
You love you a bum bitch with a BBL
Give me a woman with a good job that feed me well
I ain't here to entertain you, though the flow is per-fect
I'm just here to try to get me that Rosenberg check, n***a
You must believe me
This rap shit like me in a threesome
Too fuckin' easy