See how versatile I can get (uhuh) Okay, I’ll say a few words on this Ohh aye uh mm mm mm Okay look High as fuck, drunk as fuck In the back of the car like what the fuck Bad bitch at the crib, high as fuck off the drugs, suck me up I was high, not her She was sober, tryna’ get a upper cut Hit em in the stomach with the choppa’ til the fuck nigga had enough Freestyle shit that they take years to think up, thats true Pull up on the scene, leave em inked up choppa’ like a tattoo You ain’t know, she ain’t know, he ain’t know Nigga, I’m that dude Matter fact make you break your back like break dance, old school Freestyle type to pull up, put the gun to your youth group Matter fact take a chain on your wrist, slave you up useful Hell yeah ya bitch I meant use you Beat it up, beat it up, Mike Tyson I abuse you Flow gold, so cold like diamonds fuck that rose gold .40 on me it’ll sneeze, grab a Kleenex got a bad cold Pull up on him, hit him in his face twice, now he got a bad nose I’m the type to pull up on the scene full of shit like a asshole My flow is so cold, my flow is so cold its so cool These niggas so lame, these niggas so old Im so new Pull up on the scene just me no guys I’m solo Feel like Kudi cause I’m still rockin’ the Dolo Box all on my logo, you bitch she a hoe hoe Stick on me yeah the stick on and its super big, no homo Niggas talking that dumb shit hit em in his ears, no Dumbo Not in my house with a tumble Left right left right, thats a combo I’ma serve it like cilantro Kill a nigga in his condo Then I fuck his bitch his condo I hit this Og, let his mom know I am the bomb hoe, I blow up just like a bomb hoe Just let your mom know Juice he got that old sound flow (yeah) I ain’t ever gotta write (uuhh) Im the shit to these niggas like damn Do I ever gotta wipe (yuuh) Pull up on em with the gun like damn That nigga finna die (yeah) Ima overkill overkill [?] (yeah aye) R.I.P. to my fallin’ ones, I just lost my brother, for real (uh) Im sick of lookin’ at the news, I may lose another, for real (yuh) Everybody keep on snitchin on em, they ain’t undercovers, for real (yuh) Its how I catch em lackin’ sleepin with each others under covers for real (yuh) Man Shit gets real out here Withdrawals a bitch, Ive been takin too many pills out here Tryna live out here, no advils Fucked the bitch on my adlibs Said that twice cause shit is mad real Man Westwood throw on some different shit Im still rappin’ on it ’cause I’m showin’ the distance between me and these other niggas Like I said I can fuck your mother nigga Like I said I can fuck your baby sitter Like I said I’m here to baby niggas, for real