(Intro)
Y’all already know what the f*ck goin’ on
Y’all already know who the f*ck it is on the track
Hottest dyke n*gga in Houston
We in this b*tch like an STD
sh*t you know we doing it big
You know what I’m saying
Growing up hard you know
Real n*gga sh*t uh oh
[Verse 1]
These n*ggas keep on matching me
Scratching me like they catching me
That sh*t just does not bother me
Just the taste of my sovereignty
Just the taste of unpoverty
Poverty in a different way
I pull up on your b*tch today
Talk to her then evacuate
Pull up and I irraticate
Speaking nothing but factuas
That’s not even a word
But on sh*t let you come back to it
Just pulled up on your grandma
Let me hit just like a backflip
These n*ggas hating
Like a n*gga used to crack whips
Was broke still broke
n*gga used to sack sh*t
Now I’m getting ready
Brb I gotta pack sh*t
Now a n*gga traveling
Launching just like a javelin
Taunting just like I’m Anderson
Flaunting these n*ggas wack as sh*t
[Interlude]
Wait, hold up
Is a n*gga really rapping right now?
Bruh, rap sh*t lame
Lyrical sh*t, lame as f*ck
That sh*ts not for me, f*ck that
[Verse 2]
My di*k small
Pull up on your b*tch inside a U-HAUL
You called hitting hella’ sh*t just like a pool ball
I just sent a di*k pic
Your b*tch said it’s too small
Wrapped up like some earbuds
Do I hear a booty call
Did I hear a booty call
Send that sh*t to voicemail
n*ggas think that pus*y’s cool
I’m collecting seashells
b*tches tryna f*ck but they don’t know a n*gga see hell
I just peeped them toes and them sh*ts is looking immaculate like
[Outro]
Alright dyke ass n*ggas
Vegas freestyle
Suck my di*k, f*ck y’all