Yea
Let's get into something
Nigga I never bitch up, but these rappers fold up
Hot boy, bout to do a gucci if they roll up
My teeth all chipped up, trying to get my dick sucked
A bruiser in this bitch, smoking rappers in my swisha
I ain't going at ya bet them gremlins get ya, shoot em close range, nigga smile take a picture
These hating ass rappers, with these hating ass niggas, and they faking in these sheets with these cakeing ass bitches
Ya phoney, can I get a witness, mutant on a rampage and rappers on my hit list
Mutant in that pussy, my pockets full of kushy, bitch I go and get it, wasn't nothing given to me
Mutant on a rampage, and rappers on my hit list bitch I go and get it, wasn't nothing given to me
Juky came to kill shit, looking for a trill bitch, ya niggas barking, but ain't gonna kill shit, you got an iPhone 5 full of rap bitches
My trap twerking, got a pot full of fat bitches, Detroit city, king juky a monster
My five dollar heavens turned into million dollar problems, I'm too legit, get head first and make her coochie split
While yo bitch do me quick, I'm smoking Lucy's rolling splif, shoot it fucking super quick, can't speak roofy shit, kill him with that mutant shit, I'm king of that juky shit
Shit
Shit
I can hear the raindrops, whisper from these lame cops, smoking back to back, rolling hoping the pain stop
Slanking in the same spot, where niggas get there brains popped, hustle hard I can't stop, name a bitch we ain't bop, talking like they pimping, rappers kissing on the same thot, everybody did you drinking lean on the same spot, traveled every state, you better chillen in the same spot, crying over bitches wearing jagged weaves and tank tops
Shit
Shit
If I ain't the best spitting, I gotta be second, you rappers lunch meat, in the cage with a leopard
You show your ice grill, and now you block pressure, put you rappers in the glade lock bag on the stretcher
Twenty-five lighters and a chopper on my dresser, and I run the green on my block like Esther,
Old school chevy black and white like fester, sucker MCs get burried like treasure
You can search around but there is none fresher, urban outfitters makes one packs son yesser
My flow is ignorant, my eyes flow is Webster. every time I text your bitch her pussy got wetter
Danny got locked up wrote my nigga five letters, your dope is okay but my shits better
Green street bitches begs fatter then whoever, now everybody buff now ya look like wrestlers