[Intro]

You can move and jump

Until you see this stone cold, motherfucker

[Verse 1]

Ain’t no Maxwell Smart, do a little dance and your pants come off

Since 95’ the condoms come off

Want some fucked up shit while I’m “crazy soft”?

Rappers wanna see me rap fast, bake and shaking blue glass

Booty quaking with an ass flatter than a white trash

Cannot move on. (are you for real?)

Yeah my lyrics are deep down but y'all don’t fucking listen to the meaning, like these sounds;

I'm featuring around, cause you’re sleeping on me now

Girls sleeping on me now, pity I’m alone and getting Nigi-ella on you now

Breakfast sounds good, getting busy in some brown

Loud burning up the house, down in flames by the pound

Shouting out the man who’s name is not quite Mickey

Mansion mentioning, because he’s getting kind of gritty

Biddy. All I deal is smack, talking all that shitty

Brothers falling short, put the nitty into witty

Speakers so loud, blasting Scritti and Politti

Pretty girl down for a sipping fuckin’ quickie

Nestle ho, I’m a son of a bikky! (AIGH!)

[Verse 2]

I’m a slow it down, like a Bastard

Get so high, my standards

I ain’t lying like Lambert

Her hands hurt

I’m harder than hot line for arthritis

Motorcyclist, cause I’m moustache riding

I’ve gone into hiding, providing a condom, Saddam

Who is saying that? I shot em

Back to Award Pursuing, (YE YE YE), fuckin got em!

(Achievement Hunter sample)

I’m white. Call me Ben Affleck

Tonight this might be Bugg’n but years it will be classic

Class shit, more than a suit who’s known as trackless

Be kind, rewind, videos like Aladdin

Put your hands down, that shit will never happen

Cap’n

Cook. Deets in my rhymes that you’ll probably overlook

Booked out shows with the cleaned shirt venue

I’mma get it in with this keen flirt menu

[Verse 3]

All of my girls falling straight to the floor

Moving around like my new studio

Bitches go crazy for my new cologne

But yo where is my asian friend? I walk alone

Bet your teeny bopper friend only going south on me

When I’m speaking to her French, bit of foutre on me

Not a man of the night, only joust me homie

On the couch when I’m mounting her, call me Kohli

Because I am an animal, a leader known to innovate

Got peers by the ears, feeling proud to be in a state

With beats by the load, money shot, coming in her face

Masturbate gold, confidence with all the shit he makes

I shoot to kill, the crew is ill, I move a mill, mere kilo packing in a case

The rare is based, a fall from grace, the call is traced

Paranoid that I’m getting crazed

No one to face when in a Cage