[Verse: Copywrite]

Fresh out

Celebrity rehab, a menacing d-bag brewing

Hennesy tea bags in a limousine E-class

You miss me much? I’m on a pristine slut with a

Soft mouth whose lost count of the dicks she’s sucked (I need that!)

The forecast is we ain’t done, tell the crowd light

Blunts hella loud and get your umbrellas out, yell it loud

Huh! My lungs are black, and I’m proud, packing that loud

And I’ll be passing acid tabs to the crowd (Here you go! Take that!)

We don’t hit the Days Inn, bitch, we made men. You probably

Tapped out your first day of 60 Days In (Hahahaha! Bitch!)

So brace yourself like an independent dentist

Entering a menace, fuck radio, I’m not censoring a sentence

Inventor and a chemist, got your sister measuring

My genitals, dawg, wanna beat her senseless when she’s finished

I word-hustle to get loot (What else?), getting brain

In the front seat, I’m Kurt Russell in Death Proof

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pussy, stop. You’re sweeter than a Tootsie Pop

Don’t know what you doing on the beat like a rookie cop

So come on down and run on, clown. You got

No flow, your shit sound like a run-on noun

Fahrenheit with the skills, I stare at ice ‘til melts. They either

Sound like bad versions of DOOM, Price, or myself

Bite from myself, no one else I like but myself

I’m so large, I need to hyphen to spell and a hypeman to help