[Verse 1]
It's the rap–it's the rap game Lou Reed
Tummy full of drugs and a pocket full of weed
I'm on the wild side, man, it's a mild high, man
But once it kicks in, I'm 'bouta be f*cked up
Lucked up, 'cause I ain't die yet, but you know I tried it
Smoke a couple blunts and I ain't even f*ckin' high yet
Got a couple pounds and I ain't even f*ckin' buy it
Buddy, I supply it, I just keep it quiet
Uh, mof*ckas know I'm hot
I ain't on a f*ckin' track? Then that sh*t don't bop
Up in Portland with my b*tch and she do give top
Got me tweakin' like a hoe, when I nut, don't stop, yuh
[Interlude]
ACOT, where you been at, man?
Yo, ayy, ACOT, where you been at, man?
[Verse 2]
I'm like yo, only in this rap sh*t for like a year
I be gettin' money and I also make it disappear
Just to make it clear, if I want it, I could have it
Could've had the fame already
Think it's almost time to grab it, and uh
Labels on my nutsack, man
Throwin' money in my face, I don't trust that, man
Need to cut back, man, I ain't signin' sh*t
Lookin' at me like I'm money, you can suck my *beep*
And uh, no happy ending in this life, take that smirk off
I'll find it while I'm still alive, gettin' j*rked off
Somewhere in Hollywood, sippin' on some Smirnoff
Drunk at a drag queen race with my shirt off
First off, I'm the hottest b*tch on the mic (Hottest b*tch on the mic)
These rappers wack, don't believe in the hype (Don't believe in the hype)
ACOT, see I do what I like (Do what I like)
ACOT, see I do what I like, b*tch (b*tch)