[Verse 1: LH]
It's Soundcloud Season
All you n*ggas is slackin'
They must be talkin' 'bout some gifts
'Cause I know n*ggas ain't rappin'
I don't ever f*ck with mice
But I know n*ggas that's trappin'
Y'all must be sleepin' on me
Don't y'all get tired of nappin'?
My man Nick got some guns
And I might have em start cappin'
I stole yo b*tch and came on her
That's what I call kidnappin'
You rappers lookin' awfully lost
I think y'all need to start mappin'
Like we scored a touchdown
I like to hear that ass clappin'
No Brown, but I'm mackin'
No script, but they actin'
No baseball, but I'm battin'
No groceries, but I'm baggin'
If you trynna compete, break a leg
Might leave you hurt
If you go against me
Dig yourself six in the dirt
[Verse 2: LH]
I told her swallow my kids
But she ain't Billie Jean
I ain't bein' funny
But my flow slicker than beans
I got these n*ggas shook
Like they drinkin' caffeine
I get higher than a Rocket
b*tch I ball like Yao Ming
And baby... girl... we on the come up
These n*ggas think they funny
But they ain't doin' stand-up
When my dudes run up on em
Man, I swear they gon' cluck
I stay stealin' n*ggas b*tches
Catch me down in the lock-up
I got my n*gga Q
Thick b*tches holla, he's single
And if we was playin' ball
You'd be the Browns, I'm the Bengals
I f*cked that b*tch so good
She walkin' side to side
And I call these n*ggas "Burgers"
'Cause they sho' is fried
I copped my dudes Ray Bans
Just to say that I did it
You won't catch me with no bums
All my n*ggas is fitted
I snatched that dude's girls
But, b*tch, I got acquitted
We made a f*ckin' mixtape
Just to say that we did it
I call these dudes keyboards
'Cause you know they stay pressed
After they go against me
Man, I leave 'em depressed
None of them got drive
So they failed the road test
b*tch, I'm fly, I'm a trip
b*tch, I am Southwest
Bet you ain't know I was the Flow God?
Man, I keep my di*k wetter
Than a f*cking cod
Head to Florida, out in mansions
With my whole squad
Nude photos on the sand
Now that's a beach bod
I only f*ck with MILFs
And that's how I met your mother
I call my girl a lollipop
'Cause she ask me to suck her
These n*ggas straight trash
So I threw 'em in the gutter
These n*ggas straight pollution
Like a car without a muffler
One thing that's a fact
Is that my flow smoother than butter
It's Soundcloud Season
And it's hotter than the summer
One thing I won't ever do
Is f*ck without a rubber
I'm ballin' on these rappers
Let me get my Louisville Slugger
I keep a sweater on me
'Cause my wrist stay cold
And you know that I'mma win
So you may as well fold
And, b*tch, I ain't got no chill
I am really uncontrolled
I hope I make it clear
That it's a no b*tch n*gga zone
It's funny that y'all flexin'
With some sh*t that y'all don't own
I keep my money stacked
Could I offer you a loan?
And we ain't skippin' rocks
But all my n*ggas is stoned
Watch you mouth when you speakin'
b*tch n*gga, I'm grown
Tight pus*y make me c*m quick
Like a bat out of hell
And just to let you know
I get more head than hair gel
You know I keep my di*k
Wetter than Wisconsin Dells
I was bout to school these n*ggas
But they saved by the bell