Audemars
I do explosions and Molotovs
Y'all blowin' smoke
as if y'all ain't washed
I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
Flyin' to a party I am not invited to,
feelin' like the streets need me (what up?)
I ain't gotta dance long as my Fer
rari Spider move like C Breezy
I don't gotta hire goons,
I'd rather try to buy the moon, and breathe freely
The sky is blue,
the tie is new, the Maserati white and cool like G- Eazy
Why these dudes tryna figure out how to do
a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?)
I'm confused tryin' to figure out
how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
Everybody doin' chick joints,
probably rob these little dudes at fist point
'Member everybody used to bite Nickel,
now everybody doin' Bitcoin
We don't got nothin' in
common (no)
We don't got nothin'
in common (no)
Y'all into stuff like doubled- up Styrofoam cups
on them uppers and downers (woo)
I'm into stuff like doublin' commas
Find me a brother who's solid
To count the shit up and then
bust the shit down
If the cops hit us up,
we can flush the shit down
We can not give a fuck,
shit, a fuckin' colonic
Sellin' your cock and your
butt for a follower
Possible couple of dollars,
you powder sniff
Now you're slippin', call it a power trip
A product of politics
Y'all went from profit and
toppin' the charts
To dropped in the park in a
pile of shit
Knowledge is power,
but powerless if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hirin' strippers,
prostitutes retirin'
We can spit it for ya, advance
I'm fit to be king,
you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
You niggas
You say you're affiliated with murderers,
killers (ayy)
The people you run with are
thuggin' (gang)
But you're just a wanna
be gunner (gang)
Like you was gonna do somethin'
Actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy)
And you got juice,
lil' youngin', you're buggin'
You ain't never even been charged
in connection with battery
Bitch, you ain't plugged into nothin'
Rap God spit lyrical
bullets (boom)
And gats cock,
your partners better tool up
This has not to do with muscular
But have guns for sure, you better put a
Strap on, other words
if you're a Gunner
Roll up with your (gang)
You're gon' need a arsenal
'Cause this bar is over your head
So you better have arms if you're gon
na pull up (skrrt)
Oh, you run the streets, huh?
Now you wanna come and fuck with me,
huh?
This little cock- sucker,
he must be feelin' himself
He wants to keep up
His tough demeanor, so he does a feature
Decides to team up with
N9na (yeah)
But next time you don't gotta
use Tech N9ne
If you wanna come at me with a sub,
Machine Gun
And I'm talkin' to you but you already
know who the fuck you are, Kelly
I don't use sublims and sure as
fuck don't sneak- diss
But keep commentin' on my
daughter Hailie
I keep on tellin' motherfucker
s, but just in case you forgot
Really and need Ja memories,
jarred like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond,
rarely but this time Shady
'Bout to sound off like a fuckin'
cocked semi- Glock
Demigod, let me put a fuckin' silencer on
this little non- threatenin' blond fairy
Cornball takin' shots at me
You're not ready, fool,
break yourself like Rock Steady Crew
Obviously, I'm not gettin' through
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach,
lettin' off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery,
Godzilla harsh with a hard shell
With a motherfuckin' heart
bigger than Bizarre's belly
Only time you'll ever say, I lost
You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap,
better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off and you better
hope I don't call Trick Trick
Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city
Punk, you don't disrespect
OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy
Sold Dre my soul and I told him
The moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated,
though made it
So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch,
she's a bow- legged ho
But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein,
a bathrobe hangin' over
My code name is Groper, I role play with lotion
I fucked the whole world then I
throw away the Trojan
Old lederhosen with home- made explosives,
I blow eighty holes in you
Don't make me go in, I O.J. the flows
and I'm insult to injury
Rolaids to Goldman,
I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole
As they both there to choke and my
whole blade is soakin'
I double- edge sworded 'cause one place
I poke and I stick and I turn and
I rotatin' motion
Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle
Of sick individuals,
stick my dick and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm fuckin' these syllables
I let them lick on my genitals
I'm a fuckin' invisible, indefensible,
despicable difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formidable,
that you bitches fuckin' with the original
I consider me and Nickel
identical ('dentical)
But not us, the only thing we have in
common's I'm a dick and you suck
Otherwise one has nothin'
to do with the other
None comes close to
Skunk, bug, soldier
Tongue, shrub, shoulder
One month older
Sponge, mob, colder
Nun, rug, holster
Lug nut, coaster
Lung, jug, roaster
Young Thug poster
Unplugged toaster
