4 guns and they German. Kill you n*ggas like Sherman
Hustling’s what I’ve been learning. Quit talking, I don’t need no sermon
Selling ex-pills for that paper, hell I’ll sell it to my neighbor
So gangsta I’m the Messiah. Ouch, my lyrics so fire
f*ck a tall b*tch Sharapova. When I’m done, b*tch move over
Kicking with my n*ggas, Matt Stover. b*tch you lost, no do over
Killing y’all n*ggas call me Bill. Shout out my n*gga Kill Still
Got hoes like Dr. Phil. I’m a Phoenix Sun, Grant Hill
Hoes easy, muy facil. You getting a girl, dificil
Reduce your ass to nil. That’s nothing, n*gga how you feel?
Riddle me this you b*tch. Since I’m clever, n*gga just listen
That’s how many b*tches you getting
Picking off n*ggas, call me Yadi. Shakira calling me Big Papi
My new wifey gon be Sabi. Kicking hoes to the side like Totti
Got too many hits, Pete Rose. Balling, Derrick Rose
Her legs open like some doors. My rhymes are like poetry, no prose
I’ll be chilling with Asher Roth in Morrisville, Pennsylvania
Bet y’all basic asses ain’t know that my pen still vain, huh
IPhone cost me 3. Jordan’s cost me 4
Steal your b*tch like Team Rocket, got me a wifey and a main hoe
I stack cheddar like Wisconsin. Keep that white, Action Bronson
My name in y’all b*tches phone is “Wet pus*y Assassin”
I’m hungry and her pus*y is open. Eating out till the store’s open
Bad b*tch riding my di*k, she be rollercoasting
I’m hustling every season. Killed a drug dealer, that’s treason
n*gga you don’t want no beef ‘cause your lil’ ass a vegan
Got a yellow Japanese b*tch, I call her ass Pikachu
She get on her knees, suck my di*k, amen, bless you