Shits and Giggles

Can’t get enough, That’s how it go. I chop it up, Yeah that’s my flow. You got a cough, That’s how I know. You make it rain, I make snow. You frontin hard, That’s how you save face. I’m glowin up, You in the same place. I like it fast, Call it the game pace. Catch up to me, Then it’s a lame chase. You try to pull em up they stab you in the back you know, Your girly like a fire hose I’m picking up the slack I’m takin, Everyone you motherfuckas stick you like it’s sticky tack I’m sorry, But I saw your girl and I was hungry for a snack, Getting the bread, make a sandwich buy a fuckin house, I smell a rat, when your rap sound like Mickey mouse, Too fuckin good, keep it one hundred cause I don’t got haters, Feels like an office, cause I’m always out here stackin papers, Don’t take it back, you attacked, and now you pay the price, You told me to *step* *back*, but you should take your own advice, Police in my city, but you know I don’t *get* *caught*, I’m blowin his mind, and then I let the fucker’s *head* *rot*, I’m breakin it down, Miley Cyrus, like a wrecking ball, I’m iced out, got a cold, think I need a Tylenol, I’m always on point.....I always hit my mark, Young and successful, suiting up like I’m Tony Stark, She blowin on me like the wind up on a wind chime, I drop a quickie in her backstage during airtime, Fuck a radio edit, gimme credit, I stay original, My lyrics *fly* *high*, but stay subliminal, Your dick’s like your music it can’t get hard call it oLIMPics, She sendin me her ass, like Mark Hamill takin chin pics, Your bitch like a beat, when I’m in it I rock it you know, You trippin if you think I’m scared of what’s in your pocket, A piece o metal...in the wrong hands, Im getting big bills...like a toucan’s, You know your bitch? She got two cans, You got a choice...but it’s your last chance.