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Intro
Yeah, uh, uh
Uh-huh, huh, hahaha
Some of y'all be sayin' y'all freestylin'
But y'all be like... spittin' writtens and shit
Haha, that's BS
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh
Uh, I don't even write my wrongs, haha
Ayy, yuh
Verse 1
Off the top, kickin' it, no karate class
Janitor, I'll mop his ass up, chop his ass up
I'm the best at what I do, can't nobody do it better
Your girl a sprinkler system from the way I get her wetter
Uh, I'm out the jam like jelly
I'ma go hard, catch a shot like Belly
I'm the best to ever do it, have 'em leakin' body fluids
Feel like Waka Flocka, "O Let's Do It" when I'm on this music
Off the dome when I'm kickin' it
Kinda like I got a impediment when I'm spittin' it
I been rippin' writtens without writin' a damn thing
I'm doin' my damn thing, I rap and I sing
I ring like bells, king
That's me, you better king me
I'm married to the money, fuck it, need to buy a ring, b
I pull up on the scene, choppa get to fuckin' ringing
Like a joke or something, choppa get to zinging, aha
Man this shit look easy, on my grind like Trukfit, no Lil Weezy
Your bitch too sleazy, .40 bless you, sneezin', uh
I'm the best to ever do it, take yo' breath away, you not breathin', uh
Breaking Bad method how I sell this meth
Retrospect, put that shit back in retrospect
Take your specs, take your bitch, grab her breast, tat her chest
I'm the best to ever do it, I'ma say that again
Lord forgive me on this mic, 'cause I know I'm finna sin
Killin' him, him, and him, referencin' Eminem
All these other rappers ain't shit but feminine, and
I don't really got time for it
They can have a penny 'cause I don't really got a dime for it
Catch me rockin' Tom Ford and some Air Forces
With a passport and a black torch
Comin' up the full court, pressed like Kobe or somethin'
Super clutch in the fourth like Ginobili or somethin'
You say you ballin' like you Jordan, nigga, nah, you frontin'
Run up on me, that's okay, that choppa on me get to jumpin' like Jumpman
.23 in that glizzy, come and get it
I been defyin' niggas like science and physics
You run up on me, I hit 'em
That choppa on me like a tongue, I pull it out and it lick 'em
I'ma shoot him 'til he done, uh
I got all the girls sprung, pull up on the scene like a "he hung"
I'm of the best to ever do it, say that again
Off the dome, kickin' it, that's just how it is
I don't got to write shit, I see it like a psychic
Your girl like a Huffy commercial, she ride like bikes, kid
I'm the best to ever do it, yeah, I said it, huh, and I meant it
Listen to my lyrics, man, I vibe on this bitch
Roll a blunt up, a OG, and get high on this bitch
Mix it with the pills and liquor, I may die on this bitch
Did I do that shit on purpose? Suicide in that bitch, huh
Suicide doors with a suicide whore
Drivin' off a bridge, I call that a suicide Porsche, haha
Ooh, we kickin' it, man, look
I pull up in a four-door flippin' like parkour
Fuck your bitch on camera and call that shit a hardcore
Hard porn, sharper than harpoons
I come through with three bullets in my face, that's a war room
Animated like cartoons when I'm off the shrooms
Niggas dirty so that choppa actin' like brooms, uh
Niggas salty like Spongebob and spittoon, uh
Pull up on the scene, huh, that's just me, uh
Hey, switch that shit up real quick, uh-huh
I may come back to that, I don't know
Verse 2
Uh-huh, I was just talkin' about how I like Tyler and that nigga Cole
Uh, I'ma, uh
I'ma fuckin' Dapper Dan in a pair of Gucci socks
Run up on me, you get popped
Catch the shot out the Glock, I'm the Juice, word to Pac
Run up on me, pop your top, matter of fact, better back up
'Cause I'm in the back of the truck, with the MAC tucked
Tell that nigga condiment or somethin', he need to catch up
He can't catch us, them niggas can't back us, huh
Man, them niggas need some backup
I'm on the scene, boolin' with my bros
Like I'm Drake with the 6, runnin' through it with my woes
Run up on me like Shaquille, in the paint I'm throwin' bows
You a ballerina 'cause I keep you on your toes
Shout out to them Florida niggas, I know some zoes
Run up, that's okay, I'm finna let the choppa blow
I'm on Westwood, ridin' through your hood
Like Red Ridin', strikin' like bright lightnin', my flow is too excitin'
I'll end your world like Mayans, off the dome, kickin' it
Try me if you think I'm lyin', man, listen how I do it
I get brain from a smart bitch but she stupid
Put an arrow through your heart, but no, I'm not Cupid
Make you shuffle when I shoot, but no, it's not Cupid
The wordplay is so cold, my heart is so gone
Yo bitch is so sprung, yeah, I put the team on
She gon' give the whole team head, call that a crew neck
But I'm wearin' a sweater, I'ma get her wetter, uh
I'm the best to ever do it, I'll say that shit forever
No matter the weather, knock 'em out like Floyd Mayweather
I'm off the dome kickin' it, that's just how it is
I'm Khalifa with the reefer but I never been a wiz
Tricks are for grownups, they said they were for kids
Hell nah, 'cause you will get popped off like a zit
If you fuckin' with my money cuz, I'm all about a grip
Tell your bitch to swallow kids and I'll tell you to swallow clips
Rest in piss, rest in this, matter of fact, I'ma go hard
Spit crack like Bobby Brown and grill 'em like Bogarts
Stomp the yard like Chris Brown like he got shot in the movie
I'm hotter than white bitches chillin' in a jacuzzi
My money got longer, shout out to Uzi
I'm in the scene with a nina, you run up, I'm shootin'
I swear that you don't want no problems with me, it's over with
Call me everything but sober, I am not with that sober shit
It's a union with my gang, come around like a Soviet
Matter of fact, I'm finna gamble for this shit, where your poker chips?
If you run up, you'll, you'll get cranked like Soulja did
I'ma drop bars same way I drop bombs
You ain't on shit, ww-dot-com
I forgot a W, I took that out, 'cause that W stand for "Win"
I never took the losin' route, I always took the losers out
Eeny meeny miney moe, I always pick the choosers out
She got titties, when she come around I pick the hooters out
Run up on me, that's okay, they beefin' on computers now?
I'm not worried about these niggas, keep a .30 on my hip
I Steph Curry about these niggas
These niggas hella soft, man I worry about these niggas
I never run away, I don't flurry away from niggas
That nigga lil' pussy, he furry, ain't he, lil' nigga?
Pull up on the scene, you know I'm with it
My windows tinted, pulled up clean with a "Stop, you're finished"
You know we dig it
I'm ballin' like Dennis Rodman, I'm fuckin' awesome
I'm bombin' like atomic, my eyes are redder than demonic
I'm faster than Sonic, I'm faster, withdrawals got me fastin'
My stomach movin' slow like molasses
I got it, run up on me, I'm poppin'
Feel like Drake when I'm rappin' 'cause I start from the bottom
All this shit that I'm talkin', I could probably back it up
I slide into your bitch DM like a sled and toboggan
For your brains I may bargain, I caught you lackin' at Target
I'll turn your ass to a target then threw your ass in the garbage
Run up on me, it's nothing, I swear to God that I'm bussin'
Like a Proactiv commercial or somethin', haha
These niggas makin' assumptions, me, I'm just makin' this money, huh
I wear Givenchy, you still in Abercrombie, you see the difference?
Broke niggas and rich niggas, showin' the distance
This is a business relationship, fuck a friendship
All these other niggas fake like, "What you got over there?
Let me get something off your plate," nah
I did this by myself so I don't need nobody help
Shit, I'm a giant, you an elf, I put your brains up on a shelf after I collect it
Matter of fact, my mind is my weapon
Slide through your block again and catch some sloppy seconds
That's a preference, I heard you like talkin' about Heaven
Well I send your ass to hell, right next to Jezebel, uh, huh
You can catch twenty shells, you a fat pussy, you get shot, Garfield
I got bars like jail barbells, these niggas not funny, huh, Seinfeld, aha
But my flow is so unpredictable
Fuckin' with me is like steppin' in a minefield
Man, I could never mess up, I gotta 'fess up, this is a confession
I pull up on the scene with my .40, it came from my plaster
That shit's a blessin', huh, I leave you in the past tense
I wrap the rap in plastics, that's just some plaster rap
But I'm still the realest rapper after the fact, huh, can you imagine that?
Man, these niggas sick to hell, Johnson couldn't magic that
Man, this rappin' shit is such a passion
Not a father when I did it so I'm callin' me a bastard
And these niggas talkin' dumb to me
But that shit doesn't matter, 'cause my pockets gettin' fatter
And I'm climbin' like a ladder, outer space, I'm up on Saturn
With some niggas that came from my hometown
They really rowdy, you run up, that's okay
I swear to God we get to growlin' and bouncin' and pouncin'
You gon' need a bouncer, we robbin' your accountant for everything
So much money that I ain't even count yet
Life's a bitch, why is mine keep playin' farfetched?
These niggas ain't locked up, haven't seen bars yet
My gun singin' like Barbra, guess, Streisand
I got a knife in my right hand, your bitch in my left hand
Her meth in my back pocket, I'll give it to her in a second
If she keep jockin', I'll rip your eyes out of your head
If you keep watchin', I am the best rapper in here
The best rapper over there, the best rapper everywhere
I can say what I want and it come out how I want it
Run up if you want, that's okay 'cause it's over
I really do not condone it, I don't fuck with opponents
It's commas, no exponents, but these bullets come in three
And they be singin' like Jonas, I don't really got no smoke
But if you want it I got it, I pull it out and I pop it
I send some shots at your noggin, I remember rockin' Robins
Back at the bottom, now it's Givenchy and Gucci
All over my pair of pockets, man, maybe I should stop it
Let's keep goin' man, I'm just feelin' nauseous
Off the Henny, that's the remedy
A hundred in these clips, so if I shoot it that's a centipede
I stick it on the Lamborghini, drivin' like a century
It's twenty-one inside this clip, huh, like the century, I'm schoolin' niggas
Ruler in the Glock, elementary, I'm in her mouth like a dentist
She made me replenish, I'm ballin' like I'm Dennis
Rodman, rotten, plottin', freestyle, no jottin', I got it
Man, I could rap forever
If I go broke, Westwood, I'ma prolly trap forever
So cold I could go to Siberia and trap the weather
I could trap in Siberia, I could trap wherever
Man, rainy weather, sunny weather, either way, it goes
My gun with me 'cause let's go, ooh
Next beat, next beat, I may come back, ahahaha
Verse 3
Next part, Earl Sweatshirt "Kill"?
Cool, uh, uh-huh, yeah, uh
Catch me spittin' on this Kill beat
Hopin' that these niggas would just feel me, the real me
My weapon is concealed and
You know I'm a suspect when I walk into the building
I came to London just to make some noise
The shit I say is for grown men, these bars are not for lil' boys
I'm Andy with these toys
You run up on me, you get flexed on like Terry Crews and steroids
Listen, I been ballin' like a Piston
I been marchin' on niggas like I am army enlisted
You run up on me, you get it
My choppa retarded and spittin' on these goofy ass niggas
Pop a roofie, I'm gone, in a whole 'nother zone
Put my dick in yo mom, that's the shit that I'm on
Yeah, that's the shit that I'm on, you ain't on shit 'cause you dumb
You run up on me, you gone, that choppa on me, it's rung
You get hung like a noose
I'm about the war, give a fuck about the truce
All about myself, I give a fuck about you
Matter of fact, I may just shoot the fuck up out you
Put an X next to your name like Malcolm
I guess you didn't weigh your options out, your outcomes
You did the wrong shit on the right day
We turn a white day into a red day
Fuck what yo mom say, fuck what yo dad say
I keep it 3K like my first name Andre
If I go broke, I'm probably servin' like an entree
In Bombay with yo girl suckin' all on me
Off the Xannies, I'm a zombie
Don't believe me, try me, fuck around, stomp you
I'm kinda hungry off the weed, I may chomp you
And that shorty, she a eater, she a muncher
Man I'm feeling like a monster
Straight Jeffrey Dahmer when I'm grippin' the Llama
You don't want problems, no smoke at all
I take your whole pound and smoke it all
I take yo bitches then fuck 'em all
They on my D, I'm hatin', I duck 'em all
And she look at my whole team then suck 'em all
Macaroni on me, it'll buck-buck 'em all
Man somebody tell me to stop, nah, I'ma keep goin', just watch
I take yo Rollie, yo watch, yo bitches all on my cock
You run up on me, get popped, they judge a nigga like Cochran
They forgot to stop it, run up on me here
I got a rocket on me, no launcher
I feel like I am the best-est, I'm deadlier than asbestos
My word is really my weapon, I'm coming back for some seconds
Freestylin's a preference, send you to stairway to heaven
Man, these niggas writin' the shit that I say
The beats beat when I'm beatin' like Doctor the Dre
I pull up on them with the choppa, and screamin' out, "Hey!
Fuck you, pow pow, have a nice day"
And my wrist is like an ice tray, and yo bitch she do what I say
Yeah, she put her hands in the air when my song come on
Like single ladies and Beyoncé, yeah
And the way that I spit shit
I burn niggas like Jamaicans with the incense
Been the realest with the shit ever since I was an infant
I'm a misfit, Tony Hawk on my grind like a trip tip, you could get hit
Choppa leave you cryin' like a chick flick, I'm a sick kid
Bitch, I been lit, man these niggas ain't shit but some pussies
And pork ass niggas, fuck is a piglet
Fuck is these niggas, I don't fuck with these niggas
A four-leaf clover on a bullet, good luck with these niggas
Man it must suck for these niggas, ol' sufferin' niggas
YouTube ol' video bufferin' niggas
Ol' big bad wolf huff-puffin' ass niggas
'Til I pull up on the scene like, "You think you hard?"
I put a bullet hole through your muffin ass, nigga
Man, all the songs that I'm bumpin', I got the partiers jumpin'
You run up on me, it's over, that chopper's on me, it's dumpin'
I'll dump you like a bad relationship, hold on, wait, wait, wait
Let me take this shit, it may take a bit
I spit the shit I say, go back, re-say it
Then say somethin' different, replacin' it, man they hatin' us
It's presidential brain from yo bitch Sarah Palin kid
Still sellin' John McCain, like you got yo shit snatched
My flow is off the chain, pull up in the rover, yeah, I got the range
I feel like Drake, nothing was the same
Niggas love to hate, get up out my face before you catch a AK
Shoot him in his face, tell that nigga bye-bye, man down, mayday
Pull up to his mom house and turn it to my safe place
I need a safe haven, I'm too busy slayin'
Dyin' my hair like Super Saiyans, leave his face on the pavement
Jackie Chan when I'm smokin', I really feel like an Asian
Fuck yo bitch when I'm high, call that shit Asian persuasion
I rush out with yo girl, she fuck for hours up in the shower
I feel like I got superpowers, I'm so superb
I'm 'bout the action, you niggas 'bout action verbs
I don't gotta say a word, I shoot for the green, feelin' like Larry Bird
On the competition, I drop and take a turd
Shove it in they ears, they hearin' every word
Really though, I get it poppin' like a nigga hittin' wheelies, ho
Or an ollie, ho, or a molly, ho
Run a train on yo bitch, that's a trolley, ho
Don't try me how I do you like Dej Loaf
You want to go to heaven so bad, here's a halo
My gun sing like J Lo, you better get low like limbo
Before you catch a couple shots for yo kinfolk
I'm Rambo with the ammo, I don't never let go
Money kinda stick to me, call me Juice Velcro
Say you gettin' money now, fuck nigga hell no
You don't like Adidas but this choppa give you shell toes
This choppa give you shell toes
And leave yo ass dancin' on the floor like a red nose
Beam on my gun, that's a red nose
Pull up on the scene, let the shit blow
Yonkers, Yonkers, in this bitch with Westwood, man
Verse 4
Yeah, let's do it, oof, got a lil' more bounce to it, don't it?
Uh, uh, I've been going through a lot as of lately
You can call me crazy
Bitches wanna play me
Really I got blueprints
Feelin' like I'm JAY-Z
My flow in the morning, Westwood no Sway B
That's just how it is, boy
My flow so brazy, my flow so cool
My flow so outdated, so old school
But then nigga switch it up to something so new
These niggas walking around like they bulletproof
'Til the bullets shoot, leave the bullets through his sunroof
Kill his son too
Give a fuck, oh, give a fuck
Nah, not what I do
I'm the type to pull up on your youth group
With a choppa and a machete, that's fuckin' useful
Matter of fact, here it go
I ain't the same nigga I was a year ago
I feel like Jesus in the studio
I'm spittin' miracles, I'm in that white whip
What you call that shit? A miracle
Fuck yo bitch from the back singing negro spirituals
Got a seal, like fate, like a fuckin' envelope
I ain't dope, I'm anti-dope, word to Travis
You run up, that's okay, you gettin' played like Lenny Kravitz
I never had a father, like I said I'm such a bastard
You run up, uh, cool, I'ma let your brain splatter
The bullet rim rattle
I feel like Shaquille in the fourth
Break backboards
How I break her back when I hit it from the back, boy
I'm up to bat, boy, it's out the park like Barry Bonds
You best believe that boy, huh
I spit crack boy
I spit anything they want
I sell it and make it right back boy
You run up on me you get smacked, boy
You get smacked like a bitch and a pimp running laps boy
I'm running shit like gym class on your bitch ass
Leave you leaking like maxi pads, grab a Tampax
I pull up on 'em with two guns, they attached
Knocked 'em out, ping ping ping, boxing match, uh
But my flow is unmatched, my flow is outmatched
My flow is so hard, your flow is so wack
My flow is so crack, your flow is so mid
My flow is so kill, your flow is so eh
I don't got time for it
Suck on my dick, tell your bitch to come over and swallow my kids
Choppa on my hip I had to hollow my tips
Hallowed be thy name, pray to catch his ass slippin'
Pull up on his ass leave him leakin' I get 'em
Walkin' with a limp, .40 heavy like I'm pimpin'
Matter fact I have 'em dancin' when I shoot it crippin'
Niggas talkin' stupid 'til that nigga end up missin'
UFC when I fight 'em I put 'em submission
Hand on a Smith and, I'ma go and get 'em
Stevie Wonder with it, still got 20/20 vision
You can't fuck with me, uh, you can't fuck with me, huh
I'm like a bad STD, bitch, you stuck with me, huh
.40 on my hip, I up it on me luckily, huh
Rushin' hours, like I said got Chrissie Tuck with me, ayy
Couple niggas that's bound to not give a fuck with me, huh
Just in case these other niggas try to fuck with me, uh
Kept my wits about me luckily, you know I'm smart, uh
I've been flying through the air I feel like Bonaparte, uh
Keep two bitches in my circle like I'm Noah's Arc, uh
Fuck with me I up that choppa tear your bones apart, uh
Felt my grove on this track now I'm goin', huh
In too deep with this rap shit the ocean, uh
I'm a flow of the purple, the potion, uh
I'ma catch me a op in the open, uh
I make this shit look easy while you strugglin'
I'm ballin' triple doublin' while you doublin'
I exposed like shrooms get it? I be trufflin'
It's Terry Crews with this shit you know I'm musclin'
Watchin' Regular Show laughin' at Muscle Man
Chip on my shoulder it's lookin' like a Pringles can
Desert Eagle on my hip, I'm not a Eagles fan
You know I'm from Chicago they my people man, yeah
Try me if you wanna
I'll smoke you like a backwood full of marijuana
Matter fact you run up on me you don't want no drama
I'ma leave you scratched like a DJ after DJ Drama touched it
I don't give a fuck, I'm on my fucked shit
I'm killin' niggas like they on my bucket list
I turn my bucket list into a fuckin' fuck it list
So when I kill I walk away like fuck it, shit
I be on my fuck it shit
Matter fact me and G-Money hittin' the dealership
Pullin' up in the Chrysler like John Dillinger
Rich as fuck like, "Damn, is you drug dealin' bitch?"
Nah, I'm rappin', used to be trappin'
Niggas was actin'
Cops hit the door I hid the coke in the napkin
I was shootin' craps takin' money
Takin' craps on all these niggas takin' naps on me
They was sleepin'
Westwood, they was sleepin', couldn't believe 'em
Now I'm the type to beat the beat up 'til it's bleedin'
Choke it out 'til the mutha' fuckers barely breathin'
They ain't know a rockstar could rap like this
I'ma MC off the High-Tech mixed with High-C
You don't want that
Shoot you in your stomach that shit hard to digest
Make a art project out the projects
Shoot you in your eyes put the shit in prospect
Lookin' at your mindset, I'm beyond that
I'm beyond that, I like this beat
This beat like me, I check this beat
This beat Nike, these shoes on my feet
These shits pricey, like thirteen hunnid, huh
You know I run it, I pull up in Hummers
You know I roll with them gunners
I feel like Birdman stunner, uh
You don't want no problems
I give you cancer with this bullet
You can catch this trauma, uh
Man I know you heard the rumors
Niggas beefin' all over computers
Until I catch 'em lackin' in my city
Beat him in his head until he catch a tumor
Tell his momma that I did it, she confused
"Why my baby all over the fuckin' news?"
"What the fuck my baby went and fuckin' did?"
He prolly went and fucked with Juice The Kid
That's my old name, now it's Juice WRLD
Went to a different planet
Now I'm up in two worlds
Fuck that shit I'm up in two girls
Diamonds and pearls, I'm ruling the world
Revenge on my body, bitch, 'cause that's my state of mind
Stevie Wonder like I said before 'cause I'ma rob you blind
I got all these answers that these niggas search to find
And they bitches kinda bad I'ma have to get behind
Hit it from the back until I fuckin' break her spine
After that I may just have to go and take what's mine
Yeah, yeah, turn on that Mob Deep shit
Verse 5
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, oh
Ain't no such thing as halfway
Ain't no such thing as halfway
Ain't no such thing as halfway gangsters
You in them hallways, you ain't in the streets
Niggas really thinking that it's cool to make beef
And become enemies of enemies
How come all of my enemies was friends to me
How come all my enemies is frenemies
How come all my enemies is blind
I catch 'em lackin' and kill 'em before I read all they energy
I guess that's my energy
I don't know what's gotten' into me
I'm kinda fucked up, well at least mentally
Physically I'm richer than a bitch, who I'm meant to be
I'm up in London gettin' in bustin'
Head like concussion
Run up, that's okay, I swear to God that it's nothin'
All these niggas be beefin' really they bluffin'
I'ma change the money like it's a subject
Thinkin' nothin' of it
Fuckin' bitches in public
Callin' a ruckers
Causin' a ruckus
I'm a boondock nigga
I'm feelin' like Uncle Ruckus
Off the dome when I'm kickin'
Freestyle I don't do the writtens
I don't fuck with cats, so I be beatin' up the kitten
I don't fuck with scrappin' so I'm grippin' on that Smith and
If you want it come and get it, sixty shots in sixty seconds
Had to kill 'em in a minute
My flow is intimate, white it out like it's Eminem
Really I keep on killin', my bars are really intricate
Man, I love it when I spit heat
These niggas think that they can get me, they can't get me
You rich than a bitch, hell nah, nigga, convince me
I leave that nigga cooked up like mincemeat
I use his head as a centerpiece
I get Duff and Clinton money like my name Hillary
I spit like I'm on a ministry
You run up on me I'm killin'
My choppa on me, that's my mini-me, aha, yeah
That's my mini-me
I keep it in the trunk of the Bimmer that's where it's 'posed to be
That's where it's meant to be, that's where I'm meant to be
Uh, uh, hold on
Let me catch my vibe
Fuck your bitch be mad if she blow my high
Suck my dick in a fuckin' suicide
After that catch a drift and commit suicide
Xanny and the Perky, I'm a whole different person
Even if I'm high as fuck, I'm in the studio working
Ball like Julius Erving, fuck with me you hit the curb
Curb stomp a nigga before he could say a word
Yeah, and that's on my life
You lookin' for my son, I'll put that in your wife
You run up, that's okay, I got my .45
It's a fifty up in it, shoot his ass forty times
I gave my choppa a titty, that bitch busty
These niggas talking stupid, they crusty
Smoking on the stank shit, musty
Real ass nigga shit I must be, huh, yeah
Shit I must be
Pull up on the scene, that's just me
I don't need a team but I got two teams
I don't sip green, I just sip red lean
Double cup filled up got me stumblin'
Flippin' the work up, it's Jesse White tumblin'
I got the sack I called a player I ain't fumblin'
I shoot his ass then he crawled a car under it
I'll blow up, C4's I may just detour, huh
Pull up on 'em like ooh
Hold on let me catch this bitch
Finna' give 'em, uh
Back on spittin' the crack, ho
Full of shit they call me a asshole
Shy? hell no just a little bashful
Brick hell yeah, got a little cash flow
I spent a hunnid K within a month
I spent fifty K on a blunt
You ain't smokin' what I'm smokin' lil' boy
Big loud, your shit makin' no noise
Real nigga, they a bunch of decoys
Run up on me then they gettin' destroyed
Who the fuck brought in these boys
Who the fuck tottin' all these toys
.30 and that .40 make 'em act up
Kinda like a cha-cha slide he back up
Pourin' that in the back of the truck
With a bitch that like to act up
I still get my dick sucked
I don't spit lines, I still got pick up
The truck got pick up, your bitch get picked up
I still get my dick sucked
We and Westwood lit as a bitch
I give a shit I'm a hit
I hit the bitch then I'm gone
I hit that bitch like the lick
I tell that bitch suck a dick
I tell her swallow my kids
I tell her swallow the jizz
Hopefully, she get the gist
The wordplay is way better than these other niggas
I'm so smooth I could prolly fuck your mother nigga
After that I may just double back and hit yo babysitter
In the paint like Shaquille O'Neal 'cause I babied niggas
Shake it up like earthquakes lil' Haiti nigga
I'm not on XBOX, nah, you can't play me, nigga
4:44 my gun like JAY-Z
Huh, ahuh, this nigga crazy
Lookin' at my dad like, "You made me?"
Bitch, I made myself, is you crazy?, oof
Is you crazy? You couldn't pay me to say that
Nigga couldn't pay me
Uh, uh-uh, uh
I wanna keep goin' on this bitch
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Westwood type shit
I remember growin' up watchin' Westwood freestyles
Thinkin' I would be here one day
I use to hope for it, dream for it, wish for it, pray for it
Look what happened on a fuckin' Sunday
I pull up on 'em like Makonnen and Drake with the choppa
'Cause the club goin' up on a Tuesday
It's 2012 and this Glock when I up it you a Mayan
I'ma end yo shit this is doomsday, ooh
Yeah, and that's some wordplay and this what I say
I keep it three K like my name André, uh, yeah
And this some wordplay, and this some wordplay
This some, uh, this some, uh, this some, uh, this some
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't wanna feel it if the feelin' is real
I'm Matrix when I pop these Xannies, that's a limitless pill
I'm dying to live
Fuck it I'ma live it again
Yo girl gave up the pussy, she gon' give it again
And the crib prolly hittin' her friends
Gettin' it in, money in my pockets that I'm willin' to spend
At the door, knock knock, please lettin' 'em in
I ball like a letterman hotter than a sweater then
Pull up on the scene choppa on me, the Beretta twin
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