Jackin' for Beats

Shit, fuck

Alright

How you didn't know I was slimy? I was right under your nose

I ain't sprintin' out the club, I came in with my pole

Bitch pretty shakin' ass, do it without no clothes

Ugly hoes stay at home, nobody want you, Sloppy Joes

Bitch twenty runnin' from that dick, stop actin' like you grown

Your mans lookin' back, come get a loan, I put you on

I'm in the club bright as fuck and you know we smokin' strongs

I know you fucked me, baby, but fuck one of my bros

You hit my ho, that bitch a ho, it really ain't that deep

I don't cuff no bitch, I be stuffin' all the freaks

Made my opps move out, fuck around and made 'em break they lease

Bust that fully, bust that fully 'til that button break they streak

Yeah

Stupid dumb-ass bitch

It's the real thing

(You aren't even a cold breeze for my man Taz)

Uh

Hit my plug, tell him get my kis up, he need us

I got my shooters in that fit, they steppin', get high-knees up

**** cannot fuck with us, I tell 'em get they cheese up

Everytime somebody die, they screamin' on my Jesus

What city? Breeze sluts, these hoes, they need us

Hangin' out the window with that wood, I'm holdin' a tree stump

Walkin' out of diamond Saks, five thousand for a mink

Twenty-eight hundred for these buffs, Hutch chipped 'em off a sink

I'm a real boss bitch, no, you cannot fuck for free

Catch your pussy ass out of bounds, clip you off the street

This is just a freestyle, the strongs got me senile

Rub a bitch in baby oil, they think I'm on that P style

I don't trust no ****, out in Atlanta got Boat with us

Ain't nobody fuckin' with you, you ain't been booked since November

Mmm, mmm, mmm, bitch

Get off that Don Julio, act a foolio

You seen me calling that phone, bitch, that's how you do me, ho?

Fuck her, treat you like a groupie, cuz, I ain't trippin', bro

Send your ass to Biggie when I pop up out that studio

Spent a couple, ain't fuck her on ten, I fucked on seven racks

My bitch a hustler, she say she goin' to get fives, she brought eleven back

Peep my side beats, I tell 'em front, I got a girl I established

Tryna get fresh, almost died in front of the pot is up in Saks

Man

It's with a what?

Huh?

Oh my God

Ayy, World Famous, what we doin'?