[Verse 1: Word Play]
I'm 5'9", 145, yeah I'm f*cking small
Not my di*k though, that sh*t is bigger than a f*cking mall
Physics class, b*tch obey me like Newton's laws
These n*ggas want my weed so they can stay higher than them all
Kaw-Kaw, we higher than some Eagles fans
She pulled her titties out, yessir I'm in a trance
Riding around in Miami looking for Lance Vance
Bonjour monsieur, but no b*tch I am not that n*gga in France
Oops I mean Paris, got canned Josh Peas and Anwar Carrots
You group of n*ggas talk the same sh*t like they a group of parrots
Pop-pop-pop these pistols pop and my money makes these hoes pussies pop
Similar to Trey Songz, my voice a panty dropper
b*tch you thirsty, here's some f*cking water
You's a b*tch n*gga, and no I ain't your father
Your b*tch wants my meat, call my di*k Oscar Meyer
This sweater looking fresh like my father Mr. Rogers
Don't go to the mall unless I'm 'bout to shop
Your girl give me dome, she a f*cking bop
Cleaning up her c*m, I need a f*cking mop
Just like Yung Berg, your music gon f*cking flop
I'm done with this beat, Bookie gon kill it
Hit 'em with that fire, n*gga gon spit it
n*gga he's a hot spitter
[Verse 2: L.A. V3rN]
Obese mummification, that's fat raps for you dumb hoes
No allitertors, [?]
Pardon my illustration, I'm used to canvas and paintings
Your lady covered in semen, that's Mona Lisa from Ray
If you ain't get it this far then you're clearly missing the target
Obliterate competition and every one is upon me
You chose to study abroad, your broad chose me to study
Give me the internet, I'll turn honor students to flunkies
Damn damn damn, Florida Evans minus a letter
That's double D's I am caressing, and back to this English lecture
We got chemistry together and my di*k attracts your feelings
How she flossing with my di*k you would swear that she was a dentist
Bad as Dennis the Menace, di*king her like a splinter
No master, no Ninja Turtles, f*ck it she Mona Murtle
Pause. Hoe break for the strip, chicken lemon date
Screaming, "you hungry" eat this di*k steak b*tch
Pray to the heavens, my dough progressing, nevertheless
b*tch f*ck your squadron and your section, west STL what I'm repping
Vegas prime in your [?], with my Tone, any questions?
The [?] n*gga say is on your chest, that's [?]