[Intro]
It's really a fucking shame how these niggas think they better than me
I mean, I'm not signed to anything but, I'm just saying like
You wanna battle? I'mma just go punch lines, maybe you think twice
[Verse 1]
Oh, if you got beef, you know where he at
With the heavy arms, body parts I detatch
Hungry like a pitbull the way that I react
Eat ya for dinner I skin 'em, yeah that's a pre-fact
Now give me time to reach into the briefcase
Got so much money, it's like an open freeway
Switch lanes flip me off, model bitches get me off
I'mma target, which one of you bitch niggas gon' hit me dog
I pull out she make me soft, wipe you down with a cloth
And it better be Taylor bitch
Cause I'm McCain to all you Sarah Palins bitch
In the yacht when it's hot see me sailin rich
Go back, switching lanes
DB9, they do bad, he be fine, she be mine, and she'd be mom
Flippin quarters while I'm stepping on these dimes
Jewelery, the sun shines, so they be blind, put your glasses on
Titties on the glass, girl put your asses on
Born and raised without a pops nigga put the bastard on
Yeah I'm starving like I'm fucking fasting homes
Better put your hands up, skerr, I crash the song
And I must be hotter
And if they say shoot me, best believe I shot 'em
Got 'em, mothafucka I pop 'em like a pill
And I will pop 'em like a fucking wheel, I'm ill
It's really a fucking shame how these niggas think they better than me
I mean, I'm not signed to anything but, I'm just saying like
You wanna battle? I'mma just go punch lines, maybe you think twice
[Verse 1]
Oh, if you got beef, you know where he at
With the heavy arms, body parts I detatch
Hungry like a pitbull the way that I react
Eat ya for dinner I skin 'em, yeah that's a pre-fact
Now give me time to reach into the briefcase
Got so much money, it's like an open freeway
Switch lanes flip me off, model bitches get me off
I'mma target, which one of you bitch niggas gon' hit me dog
I pull out she make me soft, wipe you down with a cloth
And it better be Taylor bitch
Cause I'm McCain to all you Sarah Palins bitch
In the yacht when it's hot see me sailin rich
Go back, switching lanes
DB9, they do bad, he be fine, she be mine, and she'd be mom
Flippin quarters while I'm stepping on these dimes
Jewelery, the sun shines, so they be blind, put your glasses on
Titties on the glass, girl put your asses on
Born and raised without a pops nigga put the bastard on
Yeah I'm starving like I'm fucking fasting homes
Better put your hands up, skerr, I crash the song
And I must be hotter
And if they say shoot me, best believe I shot 'em
Got 'em, mothafucka I pop 'em like a pill
And I will pop 'em like a fucking wheel, I'm ill
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