i'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef
ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
fuck governor pataki and patakis
it's about to get uglier than balenciagas
felt bad i never finished college
now we fuckin' cuties with booties in dapper dan silk pajamas
me and flacko on a island with a few bad bitches
how my cousin make a mil' off a du-rag business?
all my dawgs with the shit
you with a few cat litters
all the yellow with the black like the wu back
back when i was rentin' beds
i was still catchin' head
i'd be still fuckin' bitches
gift wrapped just like christmas
had the whole harlem world wearin' under armours
i'm a pretty mothafuckin' comma
pretty much about to fuck your mama
kinda runnin' late for this meetin' with obama
but call me when your mind right
cc me when the vibe right
who gon' do what? my dawgs gon' tool up
'cause look down like one
and we don't give two fucks
i like my songs screwed up
i get my gold tooth buffed
i'ma stomp a nigga out in timberland nubuck
they tried to hit us like huey with the armpits up
but we swerved through the bullets
hood pope up in this bitch
i'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef
ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
fuck governor pataki and patakis