*Lyrics from Snippet*
[Intro]
Shouts out to Joker and Tommy
Them b*tches crazy haha
[Verse 1]
Tire marks, tired marks
Golden chains with attire marks
Golden flask when addiction starts
Big bad man when I tick those gods
And profession just held you by the hand
f*ck with the gods, b*tch, I am the man
f*ck with the fraud, b*tch, I f*cked the clan
f*ck, don’t play, when I speak today
b*tch, I’mma rap I don’t plead this case
Bloods and the Crips, I don’t need that K
I don’t need no K, f*ck 3 Ks
Screw with hoes and it turns you on
f*ck with the cops, more sirens on
f*ck those b*tches with the common riches
And you’ll end up all just like the same
Hoes gonna do what hoes gotta do
Cops gonna do what cops gotta do
Both do wrong, both play dumb
But it ain’t the same, you got played, you fool
You’re a prototype with a protocol
God‘s best type, I’m the pro to call
Can’t rap ‘cause I’m not part of the C-U-L-T-U-R-E
See me when I go 3 piece join the clique with the U-L-T
Who you be? Bad QB, 3 picks per game, no TV screen
What you seen? “I done seen a lot of things”, f*ck you mean
I be f*cking around so much. Don’t do me
b*tch, I’ll hear you scream, f*cker
Bet the government gon’ shoot me, f*cker
Bet K. Dot gon’ sue me, f*cker
Off Deez, J.I.D. sue me, f*cker
Fall Off, Cole you do it, f*cker
H-A-M-P-T-O-N, I don’t need no friends, you’ll meet your end
I’ll buy your clique like Dragon’s Den and sell it to him, he’ll need my soul
He don’t need no goals, he don’t need no hope
Red light district in the bleacher’s, though
Red light b*tches in the stands, I can not rap about b*tches, hoe f*ck!
Hey yo, look at the flows
Hey yo, don’t you dare ask me how to rap without goals
Don’t you dare ask me to… what did I say, hoe
Don’t you dare ask me to bang
Don’t you dare act like you gang
Cuts on the tongue, fights were I swung
Fights not delight with these b*tches they wanna be young