hook

I check my screen x2

And what i see x2
Haters be blowin my phone
Cuz their main chick wanna $#&@ with me

I see you haterr, but ill call you later
Im doin my thing, flashin my ring
U can say im stackin paper


Verse 1
Ive been told so many times im @@#!y as $#&@, (*##$ i didnt lie

Ive been known to spit the truth
What u told me ho is nothin new
Tell me something idk (*##$

U running out of facts man udont know %#@!!
You could try to hurt my feelings
But im flawsy as $#&@ no cavity


U blowin up my fone my facebook is filled with spam
Tryna get, my attention nah cuz tonight im goin ham

So forget the mess i dont need no stress im a get my cash n get some $$#
By the time i hit this chick up she didnt tell me She got a man
Its not my fault,i gave her water

Thirsty chick so i had to help her

Dehydraded chick equals she wants the dick therefore there will be problems but i will dissolve em

So there goes the haters im wavin goodbye to them

hook


Verse 2
Im unstoppable on my music im the king of my own games

U can call me whatever u want
Go ahead boy feel free
Roll the dice n take a chance no yatZee, but jay b will knock u out, trust me, better stop me spittin up storm no kamikazi


Electrick M


Now I don't really want that side
I'm just not that type of guy
Now you really wanna get that right

Cause I don't want a rage inside

If you really wanna get that, sit back

I really don't know how you coulda missed that
Hear the shots in the shack like click clack
Serious, get down, ratatatat!


I don't bite it when I write it, I'm insighted, I kite it
Fly into your lungs, clear 'em up, Clarithromycin

I'm Mike Tyson on this track, meanin' I beat up the beat
Prince Charming up in this meanin' sweep you off your feet


(Yeah!)

If you really wanna get it I'mma get it in a minute

I'mma sit it, pin it, sin it, get in it
Pre-historic flow, straight Dinosaur
I'll show you to the exhibit


This style is not inherited
And my mind ain't under any influence, it's merited

But you're scared of it
And I'mma rock this mic to the death, I ain't sharing it


Verse 3

Started from the good heart, im about to end it cold blooded style

So $#&@ these (*##$es with no sense
Lust em up, bag it up draw a smile
Forget the smile its too precious

You dont deserve it (*##$ u a mistress
But dont mislead my actions you never know what could happen
I can tell you suckaz so heated up

When yall call me up say so much %#@! almost fell asleep talkin to this (*##$
Cuz you mother$#&@ers dont even follow up

im so scared heh not really
U dry mad peanut butter and jelly

Jealous of the fact i murder %#@!
May your career rest in peace
I dont rap for fame i dont rap for fun
All these wack artist rappin about some guns
Homie you could write and lie but you never even carried one


Its funny how some say they
Been rapping for years and they make
So much mula from the game
(*##$ you made that from your workplace


I could give so many $#&@s, for the fact you hatin me,
But im givin all my $#&@s for your chick thats been wanting me
Oh im sorry man you dont like my style Oh man u must be mirin me
Waitin for me to quit the game so you can take the spot of ya boy jay b?


These fake $#&@s needs to be buried alive, along with their music and their $#&@in mic, before they get buried, their chick is all mine, put these artist unconscious in mind, then im $#&@in their main chick from behind, oh you must be pissed i dont give a dime, for you broke $$# mother$#&@ers sayin
so many trash only wastin your time