Bitch I spit frenetic

Speaking in phonetics

Gotta decipher what I speak I′m propheticCompetition so pathetic

Every time I touch a beat it's copacetic

Cold as ever, arctic at the core

Had your bitch beg for more on display like a galleria

Treasure like a galleon

Italian bitch got a hot box mama mia

Hop in at my leisure

Bitch I′m Caesar at the Rubicon; a natural born leader

Fuck her once, I'm moving on

Biking through hoes like the Tour de France

Armstrong, cooling off

Make this shit my coup de grace

Acting hard but you walk around with like forty guards

I could spit like forty bars

About a little sporty broad that I been spitting on

Dicking raw while I duck the law

Send shots bet I hit them all

Azrael in the name of God

Marksman with the panties, with the bras got me in her jaw

Country bitch yelling "Yee-haw" when she ride it

See saw they wanna keep me down and stay way up

I see them all hiding

Hot as fucking lightning I'm enlightened

I′m ignited, I′m the finest, I'm the whitest knight

My skills done been refined and now I shine the fucking brightest

Atlas done shrugged bitch I′m done being quiet

I'm a man of action bro and none my movies play silent

I′m a titan, I'mma stomp the yard

Larry with the lobster claw

Never hesitate to cut a bitch off

Get the yellow tape if I get pissed off

Cause I′m down to catch a body

Yeah I'm down to fucking kill them all

Stacking bills tall like Shiganshina, I got a big wall but it'll never fall

Getting kissed soft by a stone hard bitch

Give her stone hard dick then I send her off

Like The Weeknd baby tell your friends

Ash Ketchum gotta catch them all

Bagging bitches like a Poke-ball homie on God

Baby call me Jaeger bomb

Bitch I got a sadist′s heart

She said this her favorite song

Save no hoes my cape ain′t on

Drown in pussy

Satan took me

Down a road let's have a looksie

Counting money like a bookie

Getting head like fucking nugies

Crazy with the sex talk

Arrogant as hell I let the bread talk

Call her Mr Krabs, got a redbone

Childish hoe, hitting high notes

Double entendres by a thin line, tight rope

Have them jaw dropped by the next song

Loav making beats just to flex on

On another level like the jets flown

Made another one like I′m Jetson

Repping 803 the art is home grown

Telling me I'm not the best we both know you dead wrong, woah