Uh, stay fly, homie mad, call me A.I, But make no mistake, bitch, I'm the same guy

My words, my verse, boy, your light work Bust back, fuck boy, but I fight first

Am I drunk

Yeah, a little bit, Pretty high, so don't cry like a little bitch

You the shit, that's a myth like Icarus, Tongue twist, dark shit like some window tint

Ayy, uh, on the run like I'm Singleton, I ain't done till she come when I'm fingerin

Damn, lil' chick love her some ticklin, And I love when she rub on my ding-a-ling

She wanna sip for the dick, get a tea bag, Got that lip balm ready with the knee pads

He-he mad, turn to he-man, Keep playin' with me and you gettin' these hands

Just to think he just a regular joe, But when you drink, you the Incredible Hulk

Nowhere in sight when you know it's a fight, Quit lyin, boy, you smokin' that pipe

Pressure in the air, can you feel it now

Ain't no backin' down, this shit is realer now, You a goofy, ran him out, cause he ran his mouth

Lil' homie, tell me what the fuck you mad about

Don't test me, chrome hefty, go Jet speed. I'll empty

We can throw it up, catch a fade, You know what's up, what's up

Stay out my way, Don't test me, chrome hefty

Go jet-speed, all empty, We can throw it up

You know what's up, fuck out my way

Got the bop from the snare drum, When I air them, look somethin' like a flare gun

Not a problem, catch a fair one, Heard your girl blow somethin' like a air pump

Pack the blicky if the shit get sticky, Got a zip 150, got a big bag with me

Chat with me why your man act fishy, The boy act skitzy, now you both smack silly

Got the itch like the chicken pox, Drop your shit like a kitten in a litter box

Fuck your chick, she can lick a cock, You a bitch so you can sit and watch

Spit it hot like I'm big and pac Kill her box cause I beat it like the king of pop

You in diddy house, pocketbook, knitted blouse, Rat bitch, call him Minnie Mouse sit em out

So tell me what the fuck this shit about

Pressure in the air, can you feel it now

Ain't no backin' down, this shit is realer now

Ran him out cause he ran his mouth, Little homie tell me what the fuck you mad about

Pressure in the air, can you feel it now

Don't test me, chrome hefty, gold jet ski, All empty, we can throw it

You know what's up, fuck out my way

You know what's up, fuck out my way