I say bitches ain't shit And neither is hos G is the code I'm just trying keep it composed I say niggas ain't shit And neither is bros Motherfuckers be fake as hell Or either secretly foes Being Frank I can't be friendly I just be what I know FlossDawg use paws To get the fleas off his coat I'm known for spitting all the dope Soliloquies that you quote See I studied the art of rhymes And this is me leaving the notes ho Bitch I'm always writing Like I'm running out of time Alexander going Hamilton Ain't running out of lines Imagine having all this dope And never running out of lines Imagine having all these hos And never running out of dimes I'll buy a couple dollars worth If niggas still was selling dimes Might have a couple houses worth If I was really selling rhymes But I ain't tripping yeah it's fine I know I'll get it when it's time Long as my soul is still aligned And I stay focused on my grind A lotta folks is really bogus And it's over for they kind A lotta hos is really vultures I can peep it when they flying But I keep moving business booming I'm a keep on minding mine If folks stop throwing all this shade I might just teach them how to shine Swear to God I ain't no crab Do my best and give my last Folk quickly forget the past Quicker to tell me kiss my ass Damn Would say they ungrateful But nothing great about them No beef just peace And Salaam Alaikum coward Can't expect me from others They can't handle the weight and Power Can't brainstorm with folks Who scared to take a shower Sweet as cookie pussies Will forever be devoured 'Cause the future ain't worth seeing If we scared to make it ours Hopefully y'all feel a nigga 'Fore he dead up under flowers What's popping bro This Mario I'm ready for you Bowsers Bitch

My dealer told me that his dude ain't supply Don't want to see me when my mood isn't right You seem scream? I'm the dude with the knife Inside me is where the movie resides My best advice to you niggas hide I catch you make another movie tonight Any scenario, you can't survive Make your body an exhibit when I show you you're insides Fuck around and get found rolling down 285 I hit your crib my dick hadouken your bride Ain't in the mood to explain just know this dude ain't too sane Obama, Hussein, 2 Chainz, I'm all them dudes mane I am bombing you mane, turn you to barbecue mane Cooking parts of you that you ain't know was a part of you mane I'm hardly humane Matter of fact I'm from team Get Doe Might climb through your window Like bro man from the fifth floor How I get down you should get low You make... the soundtrack... for bitches... like Sisqo And I make... the soundtrack... for rolling weed and kick doors Shit got me crunk I need a different type of gas Yeah okay you say you bad, but I whoop a different type of ass A foot get put up your ass if I'm a different type of mad You in a bag, it and I will be a different type of glad If I can't get to light my grass, then I just grip the mic and spaz Something like Joe Jackson when he whipping Michael's ass and I never been with that temporary talk Having visionary thoughts, cartwheeling where you scared to walk Been a bear and been a boss, been the Floss, fuck you thought Think you kicking shit like me? Cut your feet and kick some salt Fuckin Mark, fuckin narc Goldfish can't fuck with sharks I'm like Jordan when I spark Bruh you can't beat me wearing Clarks But I can beat you in some flops, but different level of talent You make it rain, I make it flood, a different level of damage You thinking weak shit is hot, we got different levels and standards Bitch I been made in China from linking up with the pandas Was out there speaking Mandarin Showin em this Atlanta shit Handling yuan all over the planet I'm the man you bitch Put em on this rapping shit, had em tripping like accidents The sauce is splashing, get a napkin You could use a dash of this Put the city on my shoulders probably why my back is stiff Your girl ain't have to book a flight, you know we got it cracking here I'm like what's up on my boss shit like I'm fuckin Stan Mixed with some Hustle Man, get to steppin brother man You gone be throwing shade until you catch these fuckin hands Cuz all that foul shit you doing snap back like rubber bands You playing Yes Man that make you dumb and dumber fam Try me with that, you get hit like you pitching underhand Before I swung he said Floss I got a fuckin gram And I said fuckin damn I can't even beat yo ass right now bruh Gimme that shit Smoked that shit That shit was smokin too The end muhfuckah

First off I'm a honest motherfucker Real as fuck, arrogant, pompous motherfucker Now I can be as cool as undercover brother Or be up in niggas faces like who want it motherfucker I'm that brother from another Galaxy, high I'm glad to meet I'm southern playalistically spittin it illmaticly If any worthless earthling try to challenge me I gladly and emphatically Tell them to grab my phallic piece Fly defying gravity, above the law of physics I physically crush MC squares out of existence I'm so abrupt I tell a chick you know what's up Let's exit out head to my house You know and roll a Dutch Next thing you know my scrotum is giving her throat a rub These days I stay up in her room just like a poster does You know my resume so it should come as no surprise Just like MJ shot in her face and left her posterized I'm talking whole face that's including nose and eyes Then got the fuck up outta there you know it's no goodbyes You on a tricycle you ain't even close to fly Look at me and say you better you dream with open eyes Cool as a bowl a ice and deadly as a cobra bite Don't give a fuck holding my nuts like I got scrotum lice Show you right Pussy nigga

They ain't Craig but they still in boxes That mean fuckin you up is still an option Go head and jump if you feeling froggish However you thought it would go probably won't get accomplished I'm sick wit it I got you feeling nauseous I'm in charge but dick around think Clinton still in office I stuff the fuck out a Dutch but can't fulfill ya promise The way to my heart is a million bong rips And the way is yours in behind yo bra so rip it off bitch I would love to hear bout ya day but I get exhausted Ho I'm a cross between High Neil DeGrass Tyson and Future when he off the lean Molly, Percocet, and Boston beans I really try not to come across as mean But folks still scared to try me like white lady casserole and collard greens This red light means you shouldn't be crossing me Why he look like that, he got that fuckin with The Floss disease It's a bit touch and go A 50 50 survival rate Got 50 like 50 50 percent alive today Won't play no games ain't no yayo Bucks coming out yo safe Murk u make money off ya ghost Now that's a power play Now let's see how g yo unit be Without the head Deceased, passed on, no longer with us You all kinda dead Sour dough wheat and ciabatta I want all kinda bread Sloppy toppy Becky Lewinsky I want all kinda head You run nothing but lips you dumb son of bitch Kicking all them excuses til I gun butt ya for kicks Ninja turtle hurt you Use nun chucks or a stick Or be the sorta guy That use a sword or Sai You know, the turtle, he had the sai That's the the two fork... lookin things

Back da fuck up I ain't saying it twice To test me is to play with ya life You ain't Pacman And motherfucker I ain't shaking the dice If I hit ya face with a right I bet you taking a flight And that's a one way trip I take it further Or farther I scar ya What that mean? I murder, ya father Endanger, ya family I Bambi, ya granny Collecting bodies like Thriller collected Grammys I'm coming through bumping Goodie Mob Still standing Sky high, never slippin Black Ice, still jamming I'm just tryna feed my bank a few commas I'm mill planning I would hate to leave yo body in bags like I'm meal planning The last nigga tried to jump like he Kilganon Threw him off the Grand Canyon Pussy nigga still landing Or still falling Life a b aaa I took some l's but I'm still ballin You still talking? Man... shots lick a fly guy if he feel froggish I'm bout that ana is it ok? Ain't nothing smooth about my criminal ways Learned that from OJ And never fucked with police Learned that from O'shea Thankful Jesus walking with me That's word to old Ye Tryna live viva la vida that's word to cold play Beastin behind bars so long I built my own cage To keep y'all out, not keep me in Life's a bad bitch with ass, just wanna see the end Just wanna spend that lotto money me and Keke win Can springboard to a billi with at least 3 m's I'm tryna buy the dealership bitch you can keep this Benz I know I'm paid as long as nobody can see this pen Call these motherfuckers Rum Tug Tuggers Where I'm from, they can't find you, they'll jump yo brother What you expect when folks come from gutters? Hitting cribs with the 'matics with the drums that stutter Always be the innocent ones that suffer Shots through the kitchen might be ya last supper If you on that coward shit then fuck ya No love for you pussy ass bustas Live by the gun don't be surprised when one bust ya

I'm knurd backwards Driving a racecar backwards Backwards... swerving Through a racist yard laughing He at the window Screaming... I hate y'all bastards Now it's a race Who can pull the race card faster He gone lie and sayI hate y'all saltines And they'll believe it 'cause his skin is white as porcelain Which makes sense 'cause I really wanna shit on you You lucky Rona made em buy up all the fuckin tissue fool Don't know the source but word to Vibe I got some issues too Ay real quick lemme use yo face to see what missiles do Bullets ain't puffy or faith, and you ain't biggie fool They ain't ya friends or kinfolk They won't be missing you My band got heavy metal, they ain't playing kiss for you Eight arms, danger, shake ya ass, word to Mystikal You wit the shits then fuck it I'm itching to get buck bitch The shit that I pull up with have u dipping like Mcnuggets Bitch u trippin... like special kids that's double dutchin' You don't get it, like me getting bras unbuttoned I'm the product of Escobar product And some loving Also known as Reganomics Shit the bomb and straight atomic So sick it make ya vomit Clean it with a shake of comet Just 'cause she blew me fast I don't think that make her Sonic Don't know our status but we ain't platonic And just 'cause I said I would see you later don't mean that I made a promise

Piss on my Trix I'll shit on, your toothbrush Piss on my Trix I'll shit on, your toothbrush Piss on my Trix I'll shit on, your toothbrush Piss on my Trix I'll shit on, your toothbrush Piss on my Trix... I dare you to piss on my Trix... I dare you to piss on my Trix I'll shit on, your toothbrush Piss on my Trix I'll shit on, your toothbrush Shit I wrote to this got a rosy tint Blood sweat and tears the ink when you pen the dopest shit I'm a total prick You reach for dap, I tell u hold my dick And yeen gotta ask, Kush is what the odor is Clear it out with incense I picked up from a older chick We was, Netflix and chillin and then I showed my dick She tried to, act all offended Bitch get over it No... literally put your pussy over dick Spread that shit like the Covid bitch They sagging better hold ya tits And I'm a gentleman... I brought them wet wipes for her chin For when I splash her with my little men The rest is in her stomach they won't see they kin again Markers hit me the beats and he told me kill again I told him I prefer Zimmerman But fuck that shit let's get it in

Man I be tryin to tell folks man Really You can learn from me Take a puff, come burn with me We can go way past the third degree Just smoke no fireman emergency Just a bunch of bad bitches, and some herb with me A bunch of ashes need a urn with me I'm in a zone far away from where the earthlings be So that bullshit that you are on is not concerning me I got some ho's shaking in a hula skirt for me Bitch I puff purp in peace That's why it's hard to get a verse from me I'm far away you got to search for me Is my chick bad certainly She gettin served from me Accent sexy every now and then make her curse for me Then make her mouth a nursery And then I get her real wet and let her surf on me But we ain't in Maui though Just a bunch of Maui Wowie smoke We high as fuck she fine as fuck Popping off is probable Will I record it for my files or not is optional High as a cosmonaut I spit it astronomical My girl got a accent and ass that's tropical Jordan with the wizards it's clear to see that I'm not with bull Wear cargos cuz I grind till every motherfuckin pocket full Test and my feet you get a eye socket full Homie don't play that I soccer kick you Fuck what a soccer do I'm stopping fools with Mutombo and Serge Ibaka moves Slam you like dominoes I'm the uncle fuckin up barbecues Drag you through the yard and slam you on that Ford Taurus too Keeping up with that car dash will not be hard for you