Jag, cat
Just bought them new
For a few racks
A bag or two
Of this blue cash
What I blew through
I'll accrue back
That's a true fact
Matte black
Color my coupes
They like, who's that
Make 'em say "Ooo"
As I zoom past
They smell poo poo
It's my fumes, gas
YAK, I move crack
Chiraq
Windy Indy
Well, that's my bad
Different cities
Mine's got white trash
Could get litty
Like a hype track
But the vibe's wack
My drafts
Make theirs silly
Got a nice laugh
Really, really
They don't write raps
Don't be shitty
Y'all make light brags
Those lies die fast
Mind me for tweaking
The rhyme scheme
I think I mastered
This rhyme thing
BC - I'm part of the Rhy-Ming
AD - double down dynasty
**** you, fit it to my liking
**** you, your opinion's trifling
**** you, I'm the shit; get wiping
**** you, 'cause you do dick riding
My dude, for you
This a pipe dream
My dude, I'm so fly;
I'm gliding
My dude
I'm the star that's guiding
How rude of you to start biting
My style
To get my way
It took a little while
Less love than hate
But they can't break my smile
Plus, I'm too great
Bud, you won't go the mile
You's a child
This
This
This
A freestyle
This a freestyle
Woo! Woo!