Let me get up in this ring and do the chicken wing
I'll fuck around inside this bitch and murda everything
She been waiting for this moment like a wedding ring
She said she love my fucken voice and I don't even sing
Pull up on me homie I ain't going anywhere
You had your run and now it's lookin like nobody care
I'm so ahead by now its feeling like this isn't fair
You might be dead by or begging for some fuckin air
One thing thats for sure with me I ain't with buffoonery
I don't need no jewelry and I don't need no fuckery
I don't need no luxury as long as I got blunts with me
And I don't need no royalty when all you need is loyalty
You rappin like your penis tuck
I'm rappin like a mighty duck
Serving up a knuckle puck
Yeah you better buckle up
Take two steps then back it up
Now she out here actin up
Clearly she don't give a fuck
When all she does is press her luck
Please don't get me heated up or you might need a fire truck
Please don't bring a blunt around if you ain't bout to burn it up
Please don't pull a burner out if you ain't bout to light it up
And please don't talk that shit again if you ain't bout to back it up
I'll flip the script like spatula and kill this shit like dracula
I'm aiming for your vascular now witness bloody massacre
I put on for my city baby call me cody bellinger
Its clear your days are numbered while I'm laughing at the calendar
Let me get up in this ring and do the chicken wing
I'll fuck around inside this bitch and murda everything
She been waiting for this moment like a wedding ring
She said she love my fucken voice and I don't even sing
Pull up on me homie I ain't going anywhere
You had your run and now it's lookin like nobody care
I'm so ahead by now its feeling like this isn't fair
You might be dead by or begging for some fuckin air
I'm out here causing ruckus baby ain't shit they can do to me
Kobe getting buckets baby this ain't nothing new to me
Applying all this pressure got me killin rappers willingly
Quit askin who's the best if you ain't talkin the epitome
Seems like every track I touch a classic and a masterpiece
This rap game is a puzzle incomplete and It can use a piece
Most rappers need a muzzle can't compete and really shouldn't speak
I do respect the hustle but it's obvious you reached your peak
Play this track just to run it back
I spit facts I ain't holdin back
Huge weed sacks and I brought a wrap
I'm so relaxed when I go to rap
I just lay back let the beat adapt
Aim my strap let the heater clap
Shit turn black no coming back
And just like that you can hear me snap
The beat slows up, ain't slowin down
If I show up shits going down
Heat shit up and melted down
Wont let up kill all these clowns
Gets deep might even drown
Flow so sweet its clear as sound
Drank my cup need one more round
I might wake up on the fucken ground
Let me get up in this ring and do the chicken wing
I'll fuck around inside this bitch and murda everything
She been waiting for this moment like a wedding ring
She said she love my fucken voice and I don't even sing
Pull up on me homie I ain't going anywhere
You had your run and now it's lookin like nobody care
I'm so ahead by now its feeling like this isn't fair
You might be dead by or begging for some fuckin air