f*ck ACOT lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck you, ACOT
You think you're all hot now? You ain't sh*t
You think you got b*tches now and sh*t?
f*ck you, ACOT

[Verse 1: ACOT]
Damn, I just got myself a gold chain
Feelin' like a rapper, gettin' closer to the fame
ACOT, don't forget my f*ckin' name
Super Saiyan, every single song I drop f*ckin' flames
Pull up to the function, I ain't with that f*ck sh*t
Lookin' for the fattest b*tch to blow me like a trumpet
Freaky mothaf*cka, always tryna get my nuts licked
Grabbin' on my di*k, she askin' "Daddy, can I suck this?" (ACOT)
Why these rappers biting what I got?
Switchin' up my flow because these suckas on my jock
Why your last song sound familiar to me?
Guess I'm ghostwriting all these lyrics now for free
Damn, no-one can top what I spit
If you swoopin' my sh*t, pus*y boy better quit
I been workin' a lot, I just bought me a whip
Now I'm starting to buzz and these girls on my di*k
What is this? What is this? Never had this before
Used to leave me read, now this b*tch at my door
What the f*ck do you want? She said "I'll be your whore"
I'm in love with this sh*t, not enough, I want more, damn
[Interlude: Eyekeem]
Ayy, ayy, yuh
Ayy, ayy, yuh

[Verse 2: Eyekeem]
Young fresh prince like I'm Will Smith, ayy
Young n*gga all up in yo' b*tch wish list, ayy
Keys, keys, keys like a blacksmith (Yuh)
f*ck her three times, that's a hat trick, ayy, yuh
If I pull up to the spot, ayy (Skrrt)
Then I need to see the guap, ayy
Then this b*tch, I need to cop, ayy (Yuh)
Or a n*gga gettin' got (Pah, pah)
ACOT and K-double-E-M
See 'em in person, you wanna meet them
b*tch got be perfect or at least have some friends
n*gga can't see me unless he got bands
Me and ACOT, we gon' f*ck up the league
Take off that jersey, you ain't on a team
We gon' ball, we gon' ball, get us a ring
We gon' ball till I fill racks in my jeans