[Verse 1]
Unh!
I'm just trying to get it all day, nigga
Till you biting ass niggas hope your jaw break, nigga
My music, my music's alright, nigga
So don't egg me on like an omelet, nigga
Gun in my hand... looking at the 9' like I'm eight, nigga
Thinking bitches love me for my ambition
But really they just love me for my wallet (Wale), nigga
That's my motto like quasi, nigga
Got haters on my entrée, nigga, I'm that nigga
Stay with a Jay like 'Yonce, nigga
Rap, I was born to do this like Ozzay, nigga
Your girl want to give me her hot cakes, nigga
I met her at a soiree, nigga
Might bust on her hot face, nigga
If her pussy bald then she might get ate out like John Kate, nigga
I be anywhere a pen and a pad is
Such a motherfucker I probably got kids who don't know who they dad is
Well, I guess my name is Beez
You better get that shit down to a tee like you saying it backwards
Stay in your lane or get hit by this traffic
Man enough with the blabberin', back to stuntin'
I'm fly, I smoke, shit, I must be a dragon
All about my money, yeah, I stay Mr. Krabs-in'
I go hard, let's get that shit established
Pull up in a big body whip, it's your ass again
A trunk got 12s like 6th grade classes
Dropping shit easy like I just ate laxatives
I eat rappers, I just ate half of 'em
The shit I write go hard on accident
My pin game, one word, nigga: insane
My flow could be cleaner if I had time to vacuum it
(Had time to vacuum it [3x])
[Verse2]
Man, I swear to God, I could do this all day, nigga
My EP, did you peep it? It's the (shh!) like trying to keep a secret
Yes, I curse like a fucking sailor, I don't give a fuck, my nigga
Just bleep it!
Suck my bleep, you mother-bleepers tweaking
Don't like my language? Blame my teacher!
(I ain't got no class, I be in the hallways, nigga!
I'm just trying to make it up to God game, nigga!)
Okay, nigga
Before I start punching like prom dates, nigga
Just know that all I do is win, so I don't know what an L is
Except Monte, nigga
Save your games for the arcades, nigga
I ain't no chef, but I sauté niggas
Let's be real like Ray Charles' fingers
I ball, I ball like Chauncey Billups
Mood Ontario, I'm finna kill 'em
219's in the motherfucking building
My money's stacked to the motherfucking rafters
LOL if you thought I was about to say "ceiling."
LOL if you thought I accept your forgiving
LOL at the people like, "Dude, stop spitting!"
Then what the fuck I'm a do all day, nigga?
Look at your bum ass all day, nigga?!
I hate niggas, everything false through they teeth
I hate ninjas; I'm not me when I rap cause I hates niggas
Just kidding. Just fucking kidding. Just motherfucking kidding, nigga
Funny how this lame nigga spark our interest, flipping out like a gymnast
Goddamn, who is this?!
Sit on Google all day, nigga
You'll see my music kills like Broadway, nigga
[Outro]
(Ay, my nigga, where you going? Ay, where you going? Ay?!)
Wrong way, nigga
