Damn right I'm nasty, you another nigga with a fucked up status Niggas thank they hard well thats your factory These rappers fake like blue eye lashes And my words hurt like cut up scratches You a fairy tale like magical dragons Ain't no coming back in a different compassion And I read minds like backed up fashion Fuck these niggas blurry, Shootin shit like Stephen curry My girl hips curvy, in and out call it swerving Hampster in the building, make it stack up to the ceiling Niggas orange and I'm peeling, And my ex look brazilian And I catch a nigga stealing, back up in the range and the game that I'm steering And lil Hamp they cheering, and these beats that I'm killing Give em two off a rake, Eat these other niggas putting sauce on my steak Sprinkle in these words call it toppings on a cake Now I need a belt time to call all the snakes