(Hook)
This that shit
My chick play when she make fish & grits
This that shit
Little negus you know this that shit
This that shit
Got you dipping out of foreign whips
Pass that weed I gotta light one
All these hoes, I gotta like some

(Verse)
My situation is a tight one
Tryna get ya'll to notice me
While I'm tryna get on the tv screen
TMZ, MTV, BET, OV, thats me
Young fellow, sipping on yellow,
Tryna stay mellow, sauced up like Melo
Look at my swerve bitch
Cause everything I say is slurred bitch
But she understand my language
I be speaking tongues
Put her to sleep, then I rip me a bong
Look at my phone, quarter to ten
Hit my negus I be flexing wit man
We be up the gym, from ten to ten
Got out I hit my girl up round eleven
She said we boutta go and take a trip to heaven
Damn she a blessing, Damn she a blessing
Now I got her undressing
Kissing on her neck, hand between her legs
tongue all over her, shhhh
The kids might listening
I hear the haters whispering
My neighborhood always knocking
Cause the beats is always dropping
And my negus never stopping
Riding round like Diddy
In Da Club like Fifty
People tryna fuck me over
So when I choose who I chill wit Im real picky
Gotta stay bubbly
Boy you can't fuck wit' me
Im on another tree
What the pipe like at night?
She mix my Sprite
Ride pipe like bike
Thats right.

(Bridge)
My iPhone note got too much shit up in it
My fucking cup got too much drink up in it
My mind carry so much bullshit
I'll fertilize a whole field with it
Imma lyrical genius
Soon have the world on my fucking penius'
I just want you'll to feel this shit
Do you feel it?
Can you really feel it?

(Verse 2)
Hope you feel it in yah' knees like a old head
Some of the shit I write got me feeling like a old head
I'm 23, got time to get more head
I ain't tryna get some, I'm trynna kill niggas
Rap genocide, lay you in a field nigga
Im the real the nigga, and you the fake one
Prolly why yah pops ain't claim you on his taxes
Put me in the game, and I might get a tech
Put me in the booth, thats automatic hit
Fuck fuck niggas
I ain't wit the motherfucking shits
Imma' set it off
Let it off out the 911 Porsche
Tryna get to the money
While breaking down the weed coarse
I feel like race horse
And Im boutta take off
Shitting on negus from the gate
High school I always showed up late
My lyricism showed up a little early
Grown negus acting like little girlies
Girlies complicate shit like calculus
Just move yah panties to the side and show off yah tits
I don't wanna hear you talk
I just wanna see you spit like Busta Ryhmes
I busted her shit, just turned a nine into dime
She gone teach the next nigga what she learned tonight
Fucking right, I fucked her right
Just outta spite. cause my last bitch ain't treat me right
Fucking glad she out my life
Now Im boutta' make this rap shit my wife
I know it ain't shit, but Imma' rub her right until she feel it
Get up in her guts till she feel it
Playing with her clit
Till she feel it
Tell me if yall feel it

(Bridge)
This that shit
My chick play when she make fish & grits
This that shit
Little negus you know this that shit
This that shit
Got you dipping out of foreign whips
Pass that weed I gotta light one
All these hoes, I gotta like some

(feat. John Jones)




[Un-used bars]

And You Know she ain't fuckin you guy Guys
Whipping up the game thats the mission.

Tryna be draped in gold before forty.

Smoke the Bay out Wit E40.

Uuughhhh, Bend da block in daht Rari,

Uuughhhh, Ex bitch, I ain't sorry,

Uuughhhh, Bend da block daht Ghost.

If I get rich, I'll be doing the most.

Wake In Morning, I deserve a Toast.

Breakfast in bed, A pre-roll, and some head.

Thats not asking for a lot is it?

How you think a negus got so exquisite?

Being a square like you?

No sir, I don't think so, Not at all.

Every time I got head, That bitch likin balls.

Don't front bitch you know you liked it.

Slap that ass right before I pipe it.

Get on top, I like the way you ride it.


(Hook)