I'm comin' through the center and rippin' up what I enter I fucked up your whole agenda, I'm a winner winner winner Lookin' for the fetty, regrettin' y'all every let me Get my foot up in this jetty like a sinner sinner sinner. I'm rollin' up the splinter; gettin' white girl wasted Shawty like my steez; I let the white girl taste it Eatin' up these rappers, man, I might hurl faces Take a shot of this and let the hype whirl chase it Murder: in every possible degree I'm a Serta the way y'all been sleepin' on me But my fervor is a big obstacle for these Little lurkers and their improbably debris Of a career, fuck 'em, I'll pass 'em by in a year Escalade fan base; get 'em ready for my appear Shutting down any bitch who doesn't think I am sincere Wisdom of the heart when the prophecy is unclear Welcome into this twisted and berserk Syllabic situation gettin' classified as work I Iggy murk bitches, Miley Cyrus twerk bitches So high up on my space ship; I'm Captain Kirk, bitches No quirk business, I'm lookin' for perk riches Don't be lyin' to a bitch, end up with burnt britches This stellar speller drag you dwellers to the cellar Propeller you hellers, yellin' out "I'm a jerk, bitches!" I got the speed, got the rhythm, got delivery It's clear to me you're more obsolete than chivalry Artillery of locked bars, no mystery How I turn you chicken shits into rotisserie It's history in the makin' and concrete So off-beat that my level's beyond reach With brawn speech, I deliver the palm trees Of hip hop, so respond with a fond tweet.

Mama raised me displayin' these gender opposites But mad when I came out because I couldn't make the closet fit I'm timid talkative, but cautious when on top of it My flow's got balls that's big enough to rock and get imposters hit You guys are low-grade; wouldn't pass for Taco Bell meat I'm in essence stuck in my prime, like a later Makaveli I'm doin' well, I'm swell, G. I'm deaf to what you tell me Unless what you've got to say is that I'm burnin' over that hell heat I got that wrap rolled, don't pack bowls, just cash flow Don't wear my hat low 'cause the ladies don't like when you act cold I spit aggression, a lesson to y'all of my presence Some people would say it's a blessin', but I don't believe in that essence So what about Heaven? I'd rather get high off that resin. I can deal without the acceptance of having some faux man let it So fuck deception, I've seen the deity's weapons But yet, I reckon, it's time I lay down my confessions I've never been a good liar, hope that's in my favor I'm the type to talk priors inhaling on vapors And I don't mean a rap-sheet, you can catch me in the back seat Just poking and prodding on vast things like what's past me and what's lasting I got a tight circle supporting me and these verbals So when I light herbal, you know who's in on the dispersal, I'm infernal. No, really, I'm hellish I just talk slick to embellish and keep these ladies on my pelvis I'm a minimalist, there's not much past my visible gist I'm a criminal with the syllables so it's typical for ladies to get physical quick And I don't mind that, but I'm inclined to where your mind's at 'cause I'd rather have a defined chat before I get your spine flat Refuse to be sober because the real world is disheveled I'm tired from all the times that my consciences have wrestled Lookin' back, I guess there's not much dirt written But I'm an open book, so that shit was never hidden

Pause. What've you been missin? Rollin' up a split-end, meet me in the kitchen Pourin' up the gin gin, cups'll get to flippin Way you make your hips spin: earnin' my attention I ain't 'bout to spend Ben's, even for them 10's then I just wanna bend them by their middle hinges Gave her nose a quick flick, talkin' do it big then Meet me in the bathroom, baby, it's a win-win Right hand under her waist Left hand on to her throat Lord, I know Open mouth a prominent face 'Oh God' a direct quote Is it so Every time I'm in the place Got her on her cigarette smoke No, I hope She don't mind me changin' her ways 'Cause I'm 'bout to leave her shipwreck soaked (run that shit back) (repeat) Comin' through doper than a dope boy Got you all lookin' like you're 'bout to lose hope, boy This that type of shit that got you tied up like a rope, boy Man your whole crew lookin' like a bunch of nope, boy Evidently, ladies like it when you don't ploy So I got hella mercenaries on the hold, boy And I'm 'bout to let off with these lines and then reload, boy I just hope that you can recognize I'm in the zone, boy When I pop off the block, top off the knock Of the 808 so you hates can hop off the cock I'm on the spot, drop off a shot Heavy hitter, tell her sit herself on top of my clock (get it?) Booty bounce back like it's elastic Jiggle like it's packin' a fat kid trippin' on acid Shawty look good so I'm smashin, talk about the action Put it in reverse and just back in You talk a lot of game, muhfucker Like a dog barkin' on a chain, muhfucker Hope you thought about what you sayin, muhfucker Cause I'll likely knock it out the frame, muhfucker Lady said she thought you was a lame muhfucker And you're comin' off as a bit of a pain, muhfucker If you think she'll leave with you, then you insane, muhfucker 'Cause tonight she gon' teach the neighbors my name, muhfucker, like (chorus) Caucai- servin' up the wonder when I plunder in these hunnies causin' rumbles like I'm thunder Goin' 0-100 and I never put the stunt on a lady, here comes a punner, oh I know I'm just a fucker and I'm 'bout to tuck her in the bed with my head 'tween her legs, if she beg then I'll graciously go rougher 'Cause I never been a bluffer and she's never had a lover of her gender, once I'm in her then I just hope she can recover Twongz

(chorus) 40 MG of Adderall, we didn't need to, but we simply had to talk And we said a lot of things, and it's far from in between That we're closer than we thought, really after all Full bowl pack and a sack of weed Blowin' lines that we grind from these cocoa leaves And I won't believe if y'all don't perceive that this is the way that life's supposed to be Molly been callin' out my name, no blame to the fame, I just love the dame My heart's been set since the day we met that I'd roll for her long as she does the same Prep a jay and let's get unroofed, Won't stop 'til the top so I take in boosts Stay acute while y'all punks obtuse, I don't give a fuck; I love being drug induced Hold up, wait a minute, that was just the hook, ho No crack on the stove, but you'd think I cook dope I'm rollin' up the smoke while you're lookin' shook, ho I ain't worried 'bout you, bitch. I wish you would, ho My bad, had to get ratchet for a second This weed so good, made my lungs start flexin' I'm rollin' up the dreads, middle finger to the feds And I'm 'bout to get lit 'cause this green had beckoned I'ma hit this here, then I'ma start my lesson Emcees in hidin' 'cause they start to feel threatened Got the lines that'll deafen, kill them all, I am legend One to ten, I'm eleven; I'm a queen, you a peasant Where my trip at? Parachute that shit back Tell your man quit playin', he been known I hit that Oh, Viarritz spit fast and she's known to split tracks Bitch, commit or get back, fuck your petty chit chat Busted hoes lookin' like Riff Raff, that's that shit I don't like Your mama should've gulped daddy's baby-making pulp But you accident prone, right? Bitch, don't lie, cause I know you can't deny that This here fuckin' song's hype Now here come the hook, so hold on to your head Or instead watch that shit get blown (smite) (chorus) Fuck all of that noise, I'm too high for that shit Plastic bitches set to get their ass kicked More bat shit than a set of Catholic Fascists So ass-mitt, quick chiefin the blunt and pass it Heating up more herb than Rachael Ray Got spatial play from a maple babe Rap won't fall apart, I'll be the staple, may the odds ever be in your favor that I take a break I'll pave the way, I'll slay the prey I'm a pinnacle point, I've got the faithful say I been labeled cray and that's a stable splay But it's fateful she ends up on the table ate Fuck your dirt, bitch, it's dank over here Ready to get shitty, pour up, drank, slower gear Been tryna move up on the ranks, closer tier And to put my advice quick and frank, poser veer Who gets hyper than the V I A? Finna bounce around the function like a flea on ca- nine's I'm tryna see skys fade Behind me, 'cause it's finna be my day Y'all stay back just layin' and sleep Meanwhile I'll be sprayin that heat Lyrically I'm just weighin in heaps Cause in this rap game, I'm playin' for keeps Bitch (chorus)

Walk into the function, checkin' shawties up in here lookin' badder than Jackson Booty's on plus size, know it's a must I be really ready for this action Nobody relaxin', if they do they don't concern us I'm outchea for two things - bitches and to get turnt up Overflow my glass, don't give a fuck, I'm 'bout to get smashed This ass is a distraction every time a shawty pass That booty looks like glory, so forgive me as I bask in it Cynics diminish in a minute when I'm finished clockin' physics on all that mass Good lord I'm praisin your whole line of heritage Lookin so good and with no sign of error it's fairer, compare her with nothing, so there are flit Motions determine your booty's a therapist 'cause I'm feelin' great now Booty got me high like I passed 8 clouds Shawty know that she got the whole place wowed And if you spot a broad of this demeanor, say proud (hook) Shawty bad, and she all turnt up Got a body so hot, swear I might get burnt up Yeah, some other girls in here, but they just weren't much Shawty bad, got the title and she know she earned that Shawty bad (x8 or something like that) Shawty badder than a muh- bad- badder than a muh fucka Bad (x4) Shawty bad, and she all turnt up (x2) By now, it's clear that I am partial to kickin it with dames like I'm tryin martial I'm high and artful which is why I marvel at these fly and carnal women by the barstool, I am ready to go, fill up my cup and light up the smoke I know a guy who knows a guy if you're tryna do coke I saw the light up in your eyes instantly right as I spoke I do oblige that you and I could do lines til we broke I got the lines of words and you got the powder straight Let's blow on both proportions til we feelin' out of state That dust got your hips twirlin at a powered rate While my vocals obligated to make these cowards hate (hook) No Wale, but I'm lookin for the clappers Blackbirds or crackers, it really doesn't matter I don't think that I was prepared for you, like a hazard Goin stupid with it like she backed it up backwards Oh my, look what y'all done did Dribblin with her ass like she's Jason Kidd Shawty looked back and asked if I wanted Cause I kept throwin ones til it was a won bid, ah Party with Viarry and get wild like a safari It's partly cause this shawty had been runnin it like she's tardy I hardly am a starry youngin' but I'm never sorry So I'ma feud, fam; no Steve Harvey (hook)

Live and let live, right? Yeah, I thought that was the motto But since the promo of YOLO, living's become staccato I'm feelin' a little bit hollow, stuck at the bottom of the bottle To them it's tomato tomah-to, but it's gonna be hard to swallow When I'm cutting these beats like amputees Stupidity is a rampant disease And honestly, no, I just can't be pleased As long as they're putting out stagnant sleeze (rappin's a breeze) sure it is, The fact of the matter's that you're unfit You honestly need to mature a bit Then maybe, just maybe you'll cure this shit Yeah, I need to calm down, I know But did you hear the song I just did about how much money I blow? Yeah, about the same time I looked up and saw pigs fly, oh and the fat lady was in the front yard straight gettin' it with them high notes Fuck that and fuck y'all The radio's nothing but junk y'all These rapper's straight tryna just punk y'all I make better music drunk, dog Their tracks are like a toothy dick suck And if they fall off today, it wouldn't be quick enough (hook) Fuck it, I'm not feeling down tonight, whoa I swear I won't be underground for life, oh no Whirlwind of shadows surround, but I won't Let them get to me, I know that I'm gonna drown in lights I could pour myself a glass of old potatoes every blue moon I'm happy like this, if I found myself again it'd be too soon Prowling at get-togethers; the wetter the weather, the better the leverage I'm a wallflower, red Solo cup and a tainted beverage Gazes dance, cornea romance They play the hand, horny but no chance Off to the side tryna play safe but new hip hop is out here glorifying date rap Molly, molly, come squally my folly for a jolly Good gosh, golly, this batch got the white girls speaking Somali Now we're sharin it like we're socialists singing Internationale And I don't know how but it got the bitches on me; collarin' collies Foes irrelevant, they're arrogant but not excellent If rap's a religion then fuck it, I'm the new testament I'm goin in to show you fuckers proper etiquette It's evident that this shit is out of your element, you impressionists. (hook)

If I genuinely looked back to it I think that you and I would have ruined If we never waited and related influenced Your kiss on my lips - how's that for first movement? I forget what I'm doing Whenever I'm boozin', then I just start losing track of everything, sense of time, anything I said Then I'm waking up naked and you're next to me in bed Whoa How did we get where we are? I don't know Did we take this shit too far? Maybe so I never would have had shame about it You said that you're worried things'll change, but I doubt it I didn't mean to cause any miscommunication, but lately I'm afraid of what's sprouted 'cause it's like sometimes, I feel like I know you; really, really know you, and I'm feelin' it But then sometimes, I don't even know who's sitting next to me, like it's just your silhouette I'm stuck in this loop and I don't know why I keep telling myself that it's from those eyes You play it so coy, but I know you like The way you've got my hands and my tongue tied [Hook] I know you've been burned before baby, 'cause lately I've been there You've got what I'm yearning for, but quite frankly I'm impaired Drunk off of your lust (x2) Drunk off of your- Ma, you got me trippin' (x2) See, the funny thing is that I knew exactly what this was, but My mind ignored all the signs because that's just what it does I'll fumble, trip and tumble, I try to be humble but I can only afford to do for so much I'm laying on the floor 'cause I can't hold my own, but I refuse to be using no crutch Foot on the clutch, ma, you can drive me where ever you want to go I'll fasten for the passenger; ambassador a massacre because you are killing me slow If it's not true, I don't want to know The agony is not worth what I owe I'll catch that pussy whenever you want to throw and I promise that I know how to reap what I sew Baby, I'm about to blow, bet You couldn't see my belt because you're hitting me below it Skin radiance, baby it's glowin' Was blinded from the jump, but now I'm just frozen Tokin' the air that you let me breathe, no cliche, don't set me free I think a girl like you is what's best for me and I can't wait for what I have yet to see, Please [Hook]

This is the art of rhythm and poetry The art of hopelessly hoping you'll know it's me But noticing that emotions are coveting This is the art of simple seduction And oral based functions Art that fluxions when I steady got my tongue in Lyrical lashings or feminine summit This is the art (x3) This is the art that got me right here, several inch distance from her ear And I talk a lot of game, but it's never clear what my intentions are so the lady's feeling fear, but she likes that The mystery's turnin' her on, her self esteem burnings are gone And though I could be another fucker to muster her situation She shows no concern in what's wrong, nope Artistically throwing down words Her ear drums pounding as every sound's heard Heart match the rhythm and sending it outwards Body language prevalent, sentences now slurred Listen to what your body say, girl Keep your morals away; squirreled up in the back of your mind, and know that in time I could be tuggin on them plain curls Bam, she's seduced, it's an art But if she's playing hard to get, then it's a start Sooner or later, my words'll take to heart And I'll have the broad hot on the bed, legs apart And what comes next, that's an art form, too This subject is pressed to inform who ever disagrees that pleasing a lady is simply an artist's best formed muse This is the art (x3) This is the art of verbal manipulation Invoke incredible sensation from a Caucasian bitch that's playing mind tricks after blowin' too much Jamacian Deliberation is never necessary I promise no feeling in your legs is only temporary, girl and generally it's customary to exclamate the legendary acts that got you wetter than an estuary This is dexterity at best That white girl that you dare not even jest I write raps to repair all the regress cause up in the air's a lot of affairs to be addressed I care less about disrespect and even less about anyone who'll interject With poorly delivered opinions, I don't listen to these minions unless these motherfuckers can come correct I wouldn't class this as a masterpiece but when I got these ladies' asses kickin' back the sheets The thought passes that I'm actually Picasso of this art, just with a faster feat, so give it up cause you have to see by now that nobody surpasses me I carry this craft on my back and I lack the need To quit rap or this vag eating mastery, uh This is the art (x3)

Let me throw these knuckles up, gettin' buck, yeah But I don't got a lot of money, so I'm stuck here And there's a lot of room for corruption and brain abduction so I wouldn't suggest you come near Everybody wants the bank and the hoes, rank in the gold fuck it, I just wanna take in a show If you ain't heard about me before this, then god damn, fucker I just wanna make sure you know And they been sayin' I don't get hype enough Maybe that's the reason that I can't find a buzz So I'm bout to let loose, if my neighbors hate me then so be it, but I'm gonna make you mites get up Fuck it, who wanna spite sound? This motherfucker here'll never lay the mic down And as for you suckers with that slight frown I bet I got you motherfuckers feelin' hype now. What? I bet I got you motherfucekrs feelin' hype now (x2) Let me calm down, spit a little bomb round I know I got your attention, so it's on now Recite my name, grab a sharpie, hold your palm out Jot it down and look me up when you're on your home route Oh my goodness, yo, this bitch just killed it Revived it to a zombie, killed it again, then healed it I'm crack that these people need Bow to this steeple, please Get wiped out when the bass drops lethally (x3) Apocalyptic hieroglyphics, uh Do you feel it? Revivin' spirits, what did you expect when the white girl risked her neck to make these motherfuckin tight ass lyrics? Fuck you if you disagree Got shit to prove if you're dissin' me 'Cause I know I'ma kill it, you just fear it when you hear it lowered clearance got you feelin' misdemeanor