Famous Dude lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Verse 1: Lil Dicky]

It's like, these days dicky been up on his grind

Tryna spit a rhyme

Fly enough to get cracker signed

It's aight tho

I been typing all damn night bro

Kikes gotta write raps right, no typo

Nice flow

Best up in the game, no Michael

I guess I gotta wait for the fame, no lipo

But damn, if ya man had a hoard of fanbase

I'd have a lot to cover like a corpulent klan face

Go on some man dates

With D'Caprio and Drake

And make a man cave full of chronic and pancakes

A handshake's all I'm really wantin from LeBron tho

Iono

Think I'd rather get up with his mom

And do it delonte, couple bottles of Andre

In pompei, getting dirtier than some laundry

I'm freakin that ho, just for Cleveland man

But first thing I'm a need some fans

[Hook: Lil Dicky]

Cause little dicky tryna make that cake, like a balla do

And denigrate little wayne up at a bar-b-q

And I just wanna hit the floor with pauly D

And cross swords up with Tommy Lee

So where the muhfuckers drinkin the ciroc at

Where the fuck the rock at

Where the bad bitches on this mediocre cock atttt

I'm tryna make the move

From gay, lame, dateless jew to famous dude, ya dig?

[Verse 2: Lil Dicky]

First grade and I was thirsty

I was wantin fame up in the muthafuckin worst way

Word play, gotta get ya ya boy up on some first take

Skip Bay, Steve A, get up in they ass ya dig

If I'm celebbin then I'm getting with mccadams's

The hottest women on the muthafuckin planet kid

I'm tryna get up at Selena

Mess around with mila

I remember when it was Christina

Genie up in a bottle, but now she couldn't fit up on a waterbed

I wanna score a ten imagine Natalie portman

And if she borin then, ill get a ride in ma DeLorean

And go before it, securing the whore I been adoring since

I was a teen, ya mean

Brittany spears, whacha doin

Couple years, dat career and dat metabolism ruined

Yain't know about me yet

But the future do

On youtube, I been getting some views

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Dicky]

Ay, enough about a boo, ion't need a bitch

But I need a clique

Full a people Derek jeterish

Love the bieber kid

That's a hell of a dude

Well I ain't met him but his documentary was the truth

I'd holla back at snoop, drop a couple tracks in the booth

He'd prolly have me high enough to take a nap as I poop

I'm callin kobe Bryant up because I'm fucking with his game

But it's such a shame, I can tell that muthafucka lame tho

Flame flow

Ain't nobody even know ma name tho

And all I wanna do is know if channing's really gay tho

All I wanna do is play Durant up in some Halo

Play shows, date hoes, where the fuck diddy at

Where lil dicky gonn spit at

And where the crib at

And where da rose gold shit at

I'm tryna get dat

I wish dat I was sitting courtside for games

And lickin on Kate Upton's titties

[Hook]

How Can I Become A Bawlaa lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Chorus:]

Ridin' round smoking weed with ma foreign bitch

Ridin' round smoking weed with ma foreign bitch

Ma window down, I'm riding to ma new shit (wish dat was me)

Got ma new bitch, got ma, got ma new bitch (this dude a g!)

Ion't camp off with no j's they sell them hoes for free (what the fuck that mean?)

Never payin for no pussy, fuck them hoes for free

That's a fucking bawlaa

How can I become a bawlaa?

[Verse 1:]

Mirror mirror on the wall

How can dicky learn to ball

I wish I was TIP and I could spit some shit with southern drawls

I wish I could flip a brick and spit dat shit like Ricky Ross

Holla at broads, at the mall

Spit about a mafuckan bitch up in da wip

And getting lit up in the backseat

Talkin shit about a dinner with an athlete

Fuck that, can't rap like the rest of these mafuckas

Without all ma writtens being fact free

Do y'all know how bad I wish I could

But y'all would laugh if I spit hood

So now ya man is making jams about some random

Shit, when dudes is rappin bout they fuckin weaponry

Homicidal tendencies

The only dough that I can boast about is seeded sesame

I'm jealous B.

Cause errbody in the game get to say they kill

Errbody in the game get to say steal

Errbody in the game sayin words like trill

Really wish that I could make that hit

Fake that shit

Without coming off all gay n shit

Cause if I coulda rapped like wayne

Then I'd prolly be sayin a lot of the crazy shit like

I'm a kill you pussy ass bitches with the chopper

Now make that pussy pop off... and this shit would sound proper

[Chorus:]

Ridin' round smoking weed with ma foreign bitch

Ridin' round smoking weed with ma foreign bitch

Ma window down, I'm riding to ma new shit (wish dat was me)

Got ma new bitch, got ma, got ma new bitch (this dude a g!)

Ion't camp off with no j's they sell them hoes for free (what the fuck that mean?)

Never payin for no pussy, fuck them hoes for free

That's a fucking bawlaa

How can I become a bawlaa?

[Verse 2:]

Here we go

Here's a flow

Bout some shit I really know

I'm a spit it raw and swag it up as if I'm really cold

Ma cheerios is honey nut

Gear at most a hunned bucks

PS I Love You is on the TV dicky tearin up

Go up to the bathroom, I have to

Ma dentist say I gotta make an effort now it's time to floss

Hollat ma dog, and I call the mafucka to me and

Get a leash and take him out to walk

Roll around the ave

I put his shit up in a bag

And then a wip pull up, the windows down, this bitch look out and asking

How she get back on the high way

Told dat bitch to drive straight

And take a left on honeycut

But stay up in the right lane

Cause it come up kinda quick

You see what the fuck I'm sayin,

Other people get to rap about like

Home cooked crack, and like jail n shit

And I gotta spit a lotta shit about a muthafuckin

Kid up in a crib that's got the central air

It's not fair

No one cares

Real talk I just wanna braid ma hair

And rap about whatever bruh

Money hoes etcetera

Instead of bein clever every measure but I'm never gonn be

[Chorus:]

Ridin' round smoking weed with ma foreign bitch

Ridin' round smoking weed with ma foreign bitch

Ma window down, I'm riding to ma new shit (wish dat was me)

Got ma new bitch, got ma, got ma new bitch (this dude a g!)

Ion't camp off with no j's they sell them hoes for free (what the fuck that mean?)

Never payin for no pussy, fuck them hoes for free

That's a fucking bawlaa

How can I become a bawlaa?

Sky Hooks lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Verse 1:]

Alrite, this the type a shit they be playin at the barbershop

I hear these mafuckas saying that it's all for naught

But I ain't stopping till I make it to the top y'all

They bout to feel stupid talking like a dropped call

Cause I'm bout to pop off ma dude, the flow too cashy

And this white dude ain't trashy

I'm actually college educated, U of R abbreviated,

Got inebriated but ma GPA was still amazing

On that 3.93 tip, fuck you know about a

Eastside G spittin uncontrollable

I mean if clever is the measure, then I'm better than

Whatever rapper's getting cheddar, I'm the king, and they corretta

They some bitches like a kennel got,

Dicky spittin devil hot

Listenin to ma writtens gotchu whistlin like a kettle potttt

I can't stop till I make a dent

But this is greatness, take it in

Ya namsayin cause

[Chorus:]

Ya'll mafuckas wanna be that kid

Wanna lease that wip

Wanna be that sick

Das a mafucka in this mafucka getting dough

Like a mafucka in this mafucka whatchu know bout a

Late teen with dreams, debate team to frees

To makin these hooks like Kareem, yamean

Now ya man deep in the game, but keepin the same

Cause I believe, I been keepin the faith, y'nawmsayin?

[Verse 2:]

And I spit that shit so asinine

Been known to jerk ma dick just to pass the time

And I ain't never really care for these fake mafuckas

Take mafuckas cake like I wait on these mafuckas

Hate when these mafuckas talk the talk

I'm at the plate, but you know I'm getting walked or balked or somethin'.

And you ain't even in ma league lil shawty

I'm a beast you can find me on the beach with a sporty lil young thang

Tan lines out the ass, so bad she about to go to Alcatraz

I gotta second with the tenth, thinkin alphabet

Lil dicky only breaking bad bitches, Malcolm's dad

I'm on the beat, know you hearda dat

G that'll murder cats

Freak raps, ma dude, ma genes in a fertile sack

Balls full a ballplayas, Archie Manning

I could even let a few in ya family

Now I'm laughin cause

[Chorus:]

Ya'll mafuckas wanna be that kid

Wanna lease that wip

Wanna be that sick

Das a mafucka in this mafucka getting dough

Like a mafucka in this mafucka whatchu know bout a

Late teen with dreams, debate team to frees

To makin these hooks like Kareem, yamean

Now ya man deep in the game, but keepin the same

Cause I believe, I been keepin the faith, y'nawmsayin?

[Verse 3:]

And I'm a cake like it ain't nothin.

I stay humpin with a cock, tryna date something.

I'm straight frontin cause I'm not, hard top on ma mamma lexus

I ain't stoppin til lil dicky and Obama texting

Dog, I just wanna rap till ya man straight blow up

I'm nasty, throw up

Ma fam reads torah

And I can do this shit on the reg ya dig

White mack sound brown like texases

I'm really dreamin bout the 22s but I can do it tho

I got a jewish flow and I ain't ever had a student loan

I think you knew it ho, darling, ya man correct

I tell y'all bout ballin, Stan Verret

Cause I been known to use a metaphor

Only fuckin ten or mores

Thought I was an artist but I think I'm likin metta more

Atlanta, Japan to Amsterdam

Ya boy bout to run up into the stands, ynamsayin baby

[Chorus:]

Ya'll mafuckas wanna be that kid

Wanna lease that wip

Wanna be that sick

Das a mafucka in this mafucka getting dough

Like a mafucka in this mafucka fuck you know bout a

Late teen with dreams, debate team to frees

To makin these hooks like Kareem, yamean

Now ya man deep in the game, but keepin the same

Cause I believe, I been keepin the faith, y'nawmsayin?

Beatin' On Ma lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Verse 1:]

Middle of the week, ain't nobody at the crib (uhh)

Chillin in the bed with a hard ass dick (uhh)

And you Dicky need that

Where the fuck the weed at

Dis about to be a fuckin treat

You can find me tryna beat dick

Lookin for a freak bitch

I ain't fittna pay for it, fuckin with dat free shit

Loadin up a page, porn hunting like a genius

Baby, I make it rain, cetaphil up on the penis

Find the kid up on youjizz loadin two vids

Both dem bitches point of view and

Finding new shit, can't decide to sort by rating or the view hit

Goin stupid, whatcha know about a window full a tabs

And all of them bitches pretty fuckin bad ya dig it

The type bitches gotchu thinkin bout they past (uhh)

Could a been a model, now a fist up in dat ass (uhh)

Bet she wasn't coddled, ain't had no a father

So shawty hit the bottle, gotta toddler

And needed dollars, I swear I hit the lotto with these

Low self esteem having fine ass bitches

Got me loadin, got me streaming, closing blinds, lights dimming

Baby, I'm about to blast off

Ballin with my pants off

So if you was lookin for ya man

[Chorus:]

You can find me in the bedroom beatin on ma dick

Homie I'on't give a fuck, I'm just tryna find a clip

Only fuckin with a hi definition type a bitch

That can suck a dick... man, this a fuckin hit...

[Verse 2:]

Okay you know I'm searchin jenna haze, heather I

Rollin j's and getting high

Almost started creaming seeing mini-skirted haley wilde

Rollin over thumbnails

Lube up in ma thumbnails

Top rated page 21

It's taken me kinda long, but I'm scrollin with ma dick out

I roll a little zag, yea das word to dan dickau

I'm higher than penthouse

Vagina booty and mouth

You prolly redtube-ing, like a pre-pubescant kid out this muthafucka

I'm havin trouble cause her dude is fuckin with rubbers

I know it's subtle, but it's covered, and if I had my druthers

Then I would need to see the skin touch

Maybe that's a bit much

Either way, if you wanna play

[Chorus:]

You can find me in the bedroom beatin on ma dick

Homie I'on't give a fuck, I'm just tryna find a clip

Only fuckin with a hi definition type a bitch

That can suck a dick... man, this a fuckin hit...

[Verse 3:]

Last week, tried to suck my own dick ehhhh

Don't try n act like you ain't try that shit at least once

But now I'm back jackin dat with a mac

No klan, but I stay away from blacks

And ion't take it back, I just can't even relate to it

Lookin like a pussy got a porterhouse steak through it

Hate it when a mafuckas dick is as a big as a 4 loco

Type a girth, that ain't even of this earth ya dig it

I'm dodging pop ups like a muthafuckin vet in this bitch

The door is locked I got the toilet paper ready and ripped

I'm talkin X-art tan hoes

Bangbros passcodes

So if you was lookin for ya man

[Chorus:]

You can find me in the bedroom beatin on ma dick

Homie I'on't give a fuck, I'm just tryna find a clip

Only fuckin with a hi definition type a bitch

That can suck a dick... man, this a fuckin hit...

Sports lyrics - Lil Dicky

Shots in the club like plaxico

I'm in the corner, hot like Placido's

And dicky fuckin flow nuts pistachio

And like Shelvin, I know how to mack a ho

I got girls on ma penis

Flow is the meanest

Not Gilbert, but I'm sellin out arenas

Do it all day A peterson

Because I'm tryna get paid like Revis did

I met a French bitch, big lips, and she got a body

Told her put that ass on moi like nnamdi

Fight like rocky, white like Roddy

Hoosier Daddy all knight like Booby

Hot box ride, I can barely see

You know I keep ma car melo like Anthony

Got bigger blunts than legarrete, smoke outta Taurus

Put Mar kief in dat philly like Morris

Anybody better better than me, good try

I'm the best like Jahvid, but I'm not lion

Not even a tyson... no ear biting

Ma pockets fat with green, so Rex Ryan

I ball for the bucks like Luc Richard Mbah a Moute,

But I'm a fuckin superstar

And if they ask LD where he wanna live

Then I'm a tell 'em where markakis like Nick.

I'm tryna get a little Kevin Love

And then I see a bad bitch starin up in the club

She got an ass so sweet like a cinnabun

I bet dat bitch a giant freak like Lincecum

And so I go and approach her

We kick it like Stover

End of the night, I'm a ownher, hova

Liquor make a bitch feel raunchy, horny

So I'm getting big shots, Chauncey, horry

Took her back at ma Eddie House

And this fine ass bitch takin off her blouse

And then ma D Rose quicka than a bull at the garden

Dick like James from the way that it Harden

My name ain't Charles, but I pack wood son

Ma dick ain't Gretzky, but it's still a good one.

She want that juice I ain't talkin bout OJ

It's more like Mayo, something like OJ

Okay, now her clothes are off

And I can see her C pierced like her name was Paul

I couldn't care less, went down feelin the flavor

It was hairless, something like Villanueva

Ma Rod Smart, so He Hate Me

When I don't cover him up with a safety

But I coordinate that D, so I planned protection

Had a Magnum Rolle like louisania tech did

Put a condom on ma Ryan Braun

Ma Hebrew hammer, then we got it on

I was playin with a boobie, Cavalier

We even made a couple movies, Shaq O'Neil

She had a real big cat, Andres Gallaraga pussy

But I hit it hard, Troy Polamalu on that pussy

No acting but she had a big O Oscar

No PED's little Dicky ballin proper let's go.

Too High lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Intro:]

Wassup, wassup y'all

L-D aka Young Dick

Had to make a track about smoking weed, man

Every rapper got a track about smoking weed so I didn't really have a choice

But, I guess I made mine a little bit different is all

It's like, it's like, it's like

[Verse 1:]

Blowin something sticky word to pre-cum dicks

I'm with ma team in this bitch, and we all getting lit

I mean the weed hella loud, like a teenage chick

And we been smoking for a minute, yeah we blowin on that ganja

And now I'm huffin and puffin, I'm choking on that bong

And the dope I'm on is bomb I'm smoking that Vietcong

Getting real high

Watching funny videos of bill nye

Tell me that this jam isn't still fly -

Bill nye theme song

Now I'm getting hungry than a muthafucka

Put some chicken nuggets in the oven at 400

Whered I put that honey mustard

Lookin all around the cupboard for that muthafucka

Until I discovered a custard, I covered with butter from last week.

How long do them thangs keep?

Guess I better ask jeeves

Go get ma computer but I'm staring at the damn screen

Damn D, you forgetting what ya task be

The puff puff pass, gotcha gassed

Now ya man is fucked...

[Chorus:]

And I was tryna get a little buzz, so I took a little puff

But I think I'm way too high

And I ain't wanna come off like a bitch, so I took another hit

But I think ma brains too fried

And yeah I'm fuckin faded but I hate it

I'm praying that I make it

Afraid I'm goin to dieeeee

I'm too blazed, it's too late

To save Dicky from this fuckin place, cause he too high

[Verse 2:]

Now I'm freakin out up in this bitch

Can't control it and ma homies passin round another spliff

So I bolted to the BR

Consulted with the mirror

Lil Dicky please step up, you pathetic

Cause the weed in you beating you

Then all a sudden I'm on the toilet beating ma penis blue

But I ain't cummin because as I'm imagining fucking something

That pretty girl I'm humping

Becoming my fuckin cousin, or mother or brother

Or some other fucking disgusting person

Ma brain is bein strange, cause I'm high as a plane

I ain't deranged, I'm just saying it's a violent strain

So I go back to the back where they packing up cigars

Dipping snacks, kicking back, staring at some Avatars

Then I flipped, took a decade and a half to make that shit

Yet they couldn't put a second and a half up in that script

How the fuck a human being wanna fuck a

Blueish green 7' 3'' tail having ass thing

Man I'm high as fuckkkk

[Chorus:]

And I was tryna get a little buzz, so I took a little puff

But I think I'm way too high

And I ain't wanna come off like a bitch, so I took another hit

But I think ma brains too fried

And yeah I'm fuckin faded but I hate it

I'm praying that I make it

Afraid I'm goin to dieeeee

I'm too blazed, it's too late

To save Dicky from this fuckin place, cause he too high

[Verse 3:]

Rock hard cock, cause I'm watching katy Perry

In her video the whole world's made of candy

Damn... I ain't even got no candy

So now at the fucking c store

Where ya man be torn than a mafucka

Peanut eminems or a twix

Can't commit, so I count the benefits on ma hands

Goddamn now I'm weary of the man - yeah the cashier

Homeland, Nazir!

S-s-s-so damn tweaked I can't even cross the mothafuckin street

Gotta wait until that muthafucka's green

Now I'm back up at the crib, and I'm laughin at giraffes long necks

Gotta shit, but the path to the bathroom is complex

Crafted a long text, took about an hour

Took a scary shower, now I'm sitting naked on the ground

Man I'm fucked up. I'm bout to call ma mom up and tell her what's up.

This sucks I'm high as fuck.

[Chorus:]

And I was tryna get a little buzz, so I took a little puff

But I think I'm way too high

And I ain't wanna come off like a bitch, so I took another hit

But I think ma brains too fried

And yeah I'm fuckin faded but I hate it

I'm praying that I make it

Afraid I'm goin to dieeeee

I'm too blazed, it's too late

To save Dicky from this fuckin place, cause he too high

Club Night lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Verse 1:]

Friday fucking night

We bout to do this right

Dicky rollin to the club, he about to find his wife

Cause he fresher than a kid that called his mom a fuckin ho

Bunch a bitches getting low

Pimpin you already know

I'm bout to get up on the flo and then bring chicken to ma crib

Getting drunk up in this muthafucka, fuck you think this is?

Then I see a bad bitch with a booty and a half

I make a move on that cutie, excuse me do you wanna dance

Then she looked at me and laughed

Like I didn't have a chance

Like I shouldn't even asked

So I proceeded to get trashed

And I'm at the bar now, and it's so loud

But I'm takin shots, and I'm throwin down

And I see a pretty lady, so I send her some of that cold brown

And she turned around, and then turned it down

Because in her words, she don't like to flirt with clowns

And I'm alone and pouting, overcrowded, I need to get up out this club

[Chorus:]

I been inside this club for way too long

I wanna leave and eat calzones

None of these females wanna bone

Ma self esteem is all but gone

[Verse 2:]

Bout to quit, but I'm bitter I paid that cover

So I guess I gotta stay in this stupid club a bit longer

And I'm sweating like a jew in a multicultural sauna

They been playing fuckin dubstep for ten consecutive songs

And then I bumped into a guy

He was roughly 6 foot 5

Pretty sure it was his fault, but I apologized

Pretty sure you know the type, probly bankin every night

Vodka sprite, lookin round to find a kike that he can fight

Or suckerpunch, I'm kinda drunk, and I been in the club for way too long

Now I'm up in the corner, all alone, ESPN up on ma phone

Ma self esteem is so depleted, such a mess, I'm overheated

I regretfully just tweeted some depressing shit, I need to leave this club

[Chorus:]

I been inside this club for way too long

I wanna leave and eat calzones

None of these females wanna bone

Ma self esteem is all but gone

[Verse 3:]

Is this really for the bathroom, are you kidding?

This the type of line where people squeeze they dick to prevent pissing

When I get inside the stall it's like a yeti had been shitting

And there's piss all on the ground, so as I'm wizzing I keep slipping

Fuck this hand stamp

Club is really damn cramped

Fuck it, I'm a suck it up and take another damn chance

Ughh, here goes nothing (c'mon D)

Ay girlie, what's the word

At first glance I may look like a nerd

But if you let me, bet D, get thee, all up in the bed so wet like a mafuckan jetski

Real rap if you tryna go, then put your name right here up inside ma phone

She took bait, no way, typing out her home, she pressed save,

Walked away, and her name was no?

[Chorus:]

I been inside this club for way too long

I wanna leave and eat calzones

None of these females wanna bone

Ma self esteem is all but gone

Grimy As A Gooch lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Verse 1:]

Iont fuck around

I been getting down

Not afraid to eat some triscuits up off the ground

5 second rule?

I'm on that 5 year

A lotta guys fear what I got in my ears (wax)

If I ain't pissin then you know I'm shittin bricks

Do it sick, when I finish homie I ain't washin shit

Shaved dick, shave with, same shit, face get

Bitches sittin on ma pillows and they butt naked

Lickin grease off of that pizza

And these mafuckas prolly want a paper towel

Errybody know that I rape toenails

When I pick, then I flick em on the straight up ground now

Ain't shit to a mafuckan balla

Mo grit than a mafuckan dolla

Come back from ballin, you gotta smell sack

Yea it's that appalling

And Ion't ever wash ma feet

When I'm in the shower, they be hard to reach

When I'm getting down, goin out on the weekend

I'm asleep before I brush my teeth

I'm a goddamn G tho

Mo grime than Ed Reed's pee hole

Mo grime than Ronaldhino

These other rappers can't deny it

[Chorus:]

Cause I don't even act like a thug

But I'm cold enough

I ain't moving crack, holdin guns

But there's more than one dimension to a balla

You can find ya boy around the way

Being scummy and fucking grubby you know I'm tryna say

That I'm grimy as a gooch

Grimy grimy as a gooch (swag)

Grimy as a gooch

Grimy grimy as a gooch (swag)

It take a slimy muthafucka to be grimy as a grundle

So you in trouble, if you attempt to try to be as gutter as the kid

[Verse 2:]

Eating wings

Beating off

Dick stings from the muthufuckan hot sauce (swagga)

Came nuts... no tp

Lazy so I rub it on the damn sheets

Ya man D on that reggie evans shit

Boogie pickin, boogie flickin, hella belly button lint

Fuck a bitch, and I'm wetter than a muthafuckin swish

Yeah I'm sweating more than CC bases loaded, bottom 6

I'm eating mixed nuts with my mouth wide open

At bar a bar where them house flies float

Iont give a fuck if it flush if I must urinate

Not a place up in the house I wouldn't go

I sink piss, and I sniff clothes

Nastier than Kimbo

And I lick snow

When it's yellow

And I sleep at the hotel on

That old blanket that yo mamma used to never let you touch

I just don't give a fuck, I'm nasty like the nut of johnny kruk

I do the dutch oven to maself

Fuckin with the way it smells

So if someone sicker well then tell me

[Chorus:]

Cause I don't even act like a thug

But I'm cold enough

I ain't moving crack, holdin guns

But there's more than one dimension to a balla

You can find ya boy around the way

Being scummy and fucking grubby you know I'm tryna say

That I'm grimy as a gooch

Grimy grimy as a gooch (swag)

Grimy as a gooch

Grimy grimy as a gooch (swag)

It take a slimy muthafucka to be grimy as a grundle

So you in trouble, if you attempt to try to be as gutter as the kid

Bars lyrics - Lil Dicky

What it do

Was 22 up in the room

Thinkin bout a way that I could make a move

Make a boom

Debated to move to LA

To make it in movies

But traded the pool shade and gravitated to music

Now I'm spittin the hottest shit

It don't matter the competition

Is sadder than a bladder that be lackin a pot to piss in

It's actually kinda sicknin

The rap is beyond horrific

Admit it bruh, waka flaka flame is somehow respected?

The game has gotta change, used to listen to jay

Up on the train, now they floodin the waves with 2 chainz

I feel like I separate with ma lines like 2 lanes

It's a dark knight when the joker's better than them banes

Of the rap game, all of 'em rap lame,

They claimin all em ballin, well then all of em sac kings

At least they in the league tho

I can't even cop a fuckin peacoat

That's why I'm aiming outside the box, like it's a free throw

The weed smoke fuckin the air up

Got this mothafucka snackin more than Miggy Cabrera

Got dis mafucka rappin some crack and yappin about it on his cell phone

Tell holmes this is the track, that I got ma swell on

And I spit that shit so fast sometimes I need to slow it down

All these bitches up in the crib, it's like ma home a pound

Tell me I ain't hold it down

Spittin ridiculous, ticklin bitches

Up into they britches, and rip em like tickets

And fastballs, lookin at a cutie on the dance flo

I visualize that booty with the pants off

Had a little dance off

And I ain't had no shot it was the ass fault

Cause shawty body arguably hotter than august asphault

They claimin they great, man these rappers straight lebroning

I'm layin in wait, to smack the fuck up out dat spalding

I'm hatin every song, they celebratin poppin dom

But I be takin shots a brandy like a kobe at the prom pic

Bomb shit, ya'll should see ma muthafuckin blonde bitch

The bombs on dat body shawty just gotta be Islamic

I twist and I turn her on till she wet like she a faucet

No rapper give you more a set... isn't it ironic?

Because I'm seein these labels

Pumpin out the horseshit, got me callin em stables

Pumpin out the tours quick, but they ain't makin hits

Ain't nobody great as this

White boy killin brothers on that cane and abel tipppp

Tri tip steak, up on a plate, I'm on a date

With a dime bitch, nibbling cake

But nevermind that

Someone tell me where the fuck the rhymes at

I was bumpin nas in his prime and you gonn sign that?

Oh well, guess I'm better than they'll ever be

I could do it serious but they prefer the levity

I ain't really hearin nuffin

Say I ain't the man

I'm layin in sand, zero spf for the tan

But now I'm back in this muthafucka, spit hotta than a flame throw

Waitin to hear em call on ma name like rap a game show

Tell me this is lame,

Though I know that is bogus

Gotta focus

Be the dopest

With the most set of quotes, and the grossest

When I flow sick, and the hope is

Notice is right around the corner, my time to shine

Is almost aligned, something like a quarter to nine

If I could have a quarter for the metaphors in my rhymes

I'd only have a couple dollas so I'm stickin with dimes, ya know?

They getting off like a train stop

I'm lookin at ma dick like how the fuck do you stay rock

No southern carolina, how you got so much game cock

Cause you movin that vagina in the dark like a stage prop

It's all good

I'm making this the outro

I had to fuckin spit, this is what I'm about bro

And you know what it is, holla back up at the kid Slim Boner

So damn hard, this shit is over

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