[Verse 1]
Whew, I love this beat but imma kill this shit
Money stay long, mind sharp, stay diligent
Key to me and my game can't be ignorant
The Icarus of rhythm, temperature ain't temperate
Wanna spit fire? Lemme get your ass a template
Titties ass, kitty cat, come here let me tickle it
I make it downpour, they poor stay drizzling
I'm hot--sizzling
She wanna ride in whatever I be sittin in
Tell me what your wishes is
I'm just tryin to get it in
Come over and work it out, physically fit
And it's crazy how you got me acting crazy
Baby make me wanna make some babies
Lately all I want is to be late
Leave the house after we should, because I can't leave you
With all that hair down and that ass up
Tearing up the sheets, wearing out the mattress
I'mma go and make this money, get it racked up
Then come back just so I can watch you back up
I was down for a minute, now I'm back up
Right away these motherfuckers need to back up
Matter fact, I hope they know they need a back-up plan
Cause I'm a virus, verbal pirate
Murder I will serve to verses worse than mine
I'm first in line to reverse curses
Perverse person, coercing diverse nurses
So I can submerge
While her and hers surfing, I stay swerving
Swagging and smirking, the Mac steady merkin
I'm packing the purple
Attacking the circles who lack what I have
And enacting a curfew
[Chorus]
This is what I do
I live it like I speak it, every second, minute, hour, week, it's true
This is what I do
It couldn't be no other way, so when a motherfucker asks me, I say oooo (x2)
[Interlude]
This shit is crazy right now
We're gonna talk about all kinds of shit on this mixtape, dawg
We're gonna talk about politics
Talk about bitches, women--and there is a difference
Fucking race relations
Like, what you wanna talk about, dawg, we're gonna talk about it
Shy King aka Outis in this motherfucker
Ya'll ain't ready for it
Fuck with it
[Verse 2]
Crooked nose and a big dick
Red eyes and a silver whip
Metaphors straight, I spit sick
Dogs try to bite flows, and they get licked
Better dip quick
Once I sip this, I'll get loose and light it up, on some Bic shit
Fast money homie, that's bisquick
Took a break, came back and I ain't missed shit
Pump fake, fade back and I ain't missed shit
Poundcake and Maybachs on my wishlist
Ain't gonna make a fake track that won't get hits
I'm gon' make mine, steal yours, take his
These real whores with the fake tits
Tag along focused on my bank statement
I'm above that like attic to the basement
Ugh, must've hit the mute button cause they ain't saying shit
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'll never tell you I'm a goon or a goblin
Don't talk shit and I don't start problems
Might not rap about my team steady mobbing
And yeah I never flex my nuts cause I know I got em
They call him, the god MC
I'm so hood yeah that's the rob-in me
Your girl bobbing
She saw your number pop up
And went to play hide and seek in my new sheets
I've gotta be the best cause my mama says she's proud of me
Never wear designer, no prada, see?
Cause I always stay low profile, discreet
I am the best, yes, a prodigy
Watch her shake her ass, fuck choreography
Now that minus jeans, I've gotta see
So I slide over to her like, "hi, it's me"