Verse 1
I roll blunts ol nyt n smokem ol day
Nuthin special but it look like my birthday
I need that money I need that roll
Ur baby mama need money,so she on that pole
Ciroc and smirnoff
Ur bitch is a turn off Lips so delicious
Ma girl swaga-licious
Weed by the OZ by the swishas
Old town shishas
Money on Ma plate, dinner dishes
Am not ur favorite rapper but am ur favorite rappers favorite rapper
When we roll we like an army
I think ur girl’s name is Kelly or tammy
But who cares, I fucked Kelly Nd Tammy
Then Keisha, tequisha and pammy
That’s a list of ur ex’s Bitch I’m blowin O’s and X’s
I’m gone, soowoo to Ma niggas
But never had a reason to look over ma shoulders
Yoo
Coz the idea is on over flow
I guess I’m just a genius thou
Might be the sickest dude, and got some nursing hoes
Verse 2
So hot I make the devil sweat
When I’m around not even the sunset
This is how u knw I was fly when I wrote this
I say it clearly, FUCK OTIS
My mind is doin time, trapped in ma own maze
No clear skies here, from the top I jus gaze
Shit is mostly froth and bubble
Ideas colder than ice
And dem bitches can be trouble
So dont evn try nd be nice
Nd she’s like’yeah we’re so tight’
Nd I’m like ‘yeah, that why u talk shit bout me right’?
But ur freakin swagg is incompletE
Looks like u found it on a fuckin toilet seat
But ma shit is real, gentle stilness
And u got some severe mental illness
Unleashed from this real tight cage
My words will someday conquer the world wide stage