(Intro)

So, you're dumb

Why this shit sound like a Soundcloud rapper beat though?

I dont know

(Verse 1)

Young ericmansa put it on you like a sweater

I’m the fucking man ain’t nobody do it better

Gunna shoot my shot like I’m holding a beretta

Shawty gave me brain now she swear she fucking clever

Everything I do is big I need a news letter

Set a new trend, like I was a trendsetter

Cotton candy brains got these bitches by the cane

Pull up in the whip better stay in your own lane

I am complex and you is a basic

Young and hungry kid like I was McDavid

I get runnin runnin, for this money yeah I’m gunnin

Get it everyday don’t know if I’m ever stopping

Still the front man, why you niggas start frontin

Got some British in me shoutout over there London

She be hot and thick, like I’m pulling out the muffins

I can see the clout ahead like it’s my forthcoming

Shoutout JK, shoutout to my big bro

Walk right in place looking like a damn show

Money 3 ways, like it was a T Bone

Drop the addy and showing up with all the bros

She be tripping that I hang out with a lot of hoes

When we show up swear there better be a lot of those

Excuse my language I’m just trippin from the 3rd hand smoke

Got it cooking but I never put it on the stove

You should see me right now bitch I’m too lit

I am like John Cena I will never quit

I know I get to you even just a little bit

I got the sauce and these bitches can’t fuck with it ya

Like ya

I’m too drunk I’m too high I’m too faded oh wow

And she wanna fuck I said come fuck me now like what