Oh, it's like that
Hawk, I thought you told them niggas to back back
They left the mic too close, so I smashed the track
Oops, I didn't think I should do it like that
I did, I did, and I say bam, man
I mean, damn, I done got good in my black C-load
I say man, man, like D-load
I say bam, man, I mean, damn
I done got good in my black C-load
I say man, man, like D-load
I say bam, man, I mean, damn
I done got good in my black C-load
I say man, man, like D-load
I got boys like Paparoo that we know
And y'all don't wanna play around with the liquor flow
Nigga done dropped the mic so
S-Pump Daddy, I'm a bad boy
I got about 400 Thundercats
And they call us them Jag boys
Raw and uncut like dope
I have boys jumping around like they ropes
I know
That child would think that I was the dopest
I brought them heaven jumping around like a churchman with the Holy Ghostest
And that's more than one
Boys is playing around like I ain't more than one gun
Pages vibrating and gotta wait, son
I mean, who is this?
Oh, there's some niggas at the shoulder
Talk about nigga Kiata
You gotta go ahead and go, so I'ma go ahead and go, though
I still got about five minutes flow, though
I still gotta shut down and wreck the flow
Like I'm finna wreck me a freestyle show, though
100% freestyle
Y'all boys that know that we crunk
Raw, uncut, downhill, we wild
Told these boys I'm wired up
I'm boom, ticka, ticka
Boom, ticka, ticka
Boom, ticka, ticka, fired up
And niggas stayin' playing games, boy
Y'all boys is sick, broke off
In the ditch, in the garbage lane, lame, boy
I'm off the chain, boy
I'm like a, uh, bicycle, bike, a car, a plane
I mean, I'm off the track, I train, boy
And niggas still playin' around
I mean, it's like a stick-up
I mean, like, A-ball to MJG and Aiden to lay, to lay it down
These boys still stickin' around, they ain't stickin' to the subject
I freeze to use, excuse me, a mic check, I might interrupt it
Like, break a, uh, mic check, break a, break a, in a Bentley truck
And ride around, wreck through, wreck through, club, make a, make a, like it's closed down
Y'all boys really don't wanna go down
I got the lowdown on a showdown, finna put the 4-4 down, uh
I got a home in Tokyo, uh
I just got a new hype man, my new hype man, Walt Disney, his name is Pinocchio
Ask him, ask him, do it below hydro
He told me no, but you know I'm Pinocchio
Lie, his nose start to grow, oh no
Solo, solo, I'm doin' it big
I'm takin' over the whole Southwest like my name was Derek Diggs
Niggas see me, they see me, they see me, they see me
Niggas who didn't know I had a Freestyle Lotus, Freestyle Quotas
I done told y'all I'm the dopest
Nigga who got the back, I, I put down the smack like the rock
Have a nigga runnin' around lookin' for 12-gauge in the millimeters
Like 9-millimeter, what if I was a 10-millimeter
What if I had 10 Jaguars speedin' and slingin' down the speeders
My prayer, my prayer to God
God, I hope that these boys have to, have to find out
Yachty, yachty real hard
Smash, smash boulevard
I break, I break tall buildings
Like, like Marvin Gaye, I'm a, I'm a sexual killer
And I'm a freestyler
Style, C-H-A-M-P
Most, most of these niggas out there know me
I'm on, I'm on the cover of the new Porsche
In New York, drivin' the streets in a new sauce
I said, I said it backwards so y'all could fix your mind
I fix my time, stop, rewind
Break, break tape decks, I put them in check
I put them, I put them in channel sets
Expressions cut, king cuts and baguettes
Man, I wreck so hard I make the mics sweat, sweat
But the crowd really wasn't ready yet
Booyaka, check it, check it out
Every time I wreck, we flow
They talk about Yachty going hard, wrecking me so
I make them bouncer, lay it, lay it down
Mic check up, I connect the shaker
Who wants the next, I, I see a hater come and hit them with the shotgun
Drop one, and I make them pop, pop when I'm hot, son
You can ask the son, hit me on www.hotmail.com
I'm a bad nigga, aka the Jag nigga
My wrist not broke, nope, I'm not a fag nigga
I can break a nigga
Shake a nigga, ass bram
Down here in the dirty, nigga, we don't give a damn
Already, I still chop like machete
Peanut butter, mix it up and put it with the jelly
Jam, jam, down here they call me the man
Woo-wee, motherfucker, goddamn, bad, bad boy
And I ride on butter, lil' baller, I'm a mother, m-m-m-motherfucker
I tell ya, run, boy, you better run, boy, run
Don't make a, make a Houston nigga pull his motherfuckin' gun
Run, run, boy, you betta run, boy, run
Don't make a * pull his fuckin' gun, gun
Run, run, boy, you betta run, boy, run
Don't make hew and bam pull the motherfuckin' gun
Run, boy, you betta run, boy, run
Don't make us pull a motherfuckin' gun
Can I use a ten-shot shooter?
Used to buzz a Ruger, nine millimeter glock with a infrared beamer
Talk, talk, slick my nigga, I'ma put one to ya
Papi papi squeeze it, throw his ass in the river!
Gun toda, a mouse sipper, a corporate platinum card user
Big money flipper, millennium bench driver
Guess I'm the *, keep a bitch with a bad figure
The sip licker, listen, number one, bussa bussa
Straight dome crusher, kin kin, red stripe Guinness
Beer drinker, chronic abuser, show headliner
Two stripper low, nothing less, can't drive
Try test the AK, number one, black bleed
Listen now, temperature run hotter
The pussy in pharma, try turn me over, turn state
Witness to bring down the rooster, so
Why, why, why, oh, you try to come and test me
Test me, me
Why, why, oh, why, oh, you try to come and test me
Paparoo and bam
Why, why, oh, why, oh, you try to test this outside, *
Ha ha, *
Why, why, oh, why, oh, you try to come test me
Yo, yo
Yo
Yo

Honey, like pennies, you find a big face on my flow
Via a rap and a paper stacking, cause I'm cold
Pass the damn air phone
* like me gon' just wreck like Jerome, damn, damn, Malaya
Understand a whole layer
Bricklayer, you see me, the new major
Pit the, pit the flow laws, I'm the mayor
No damn, damn hoes hit up me on my pager
Oh no, I'll raid ya
Don't give, don't give a damn, a * be tripping, giving game, that persuader
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
To blow sweets and pop a pill
Might come through, get hoes and feel some thrills
Might have them sucking dome
And a motherfucker be getting on it on
Cause I'd never be alone
Got the chrome on my side
Black on my back and I don't give a damn
A * hiding drunk off a yak
*, what a shoot, * shooter
Six, he, he, heater
And though I, though I be tripping and when I might beat ya
Old, old, don't need ya
Foot to the sneaker
On these damn streets and then I heat it up
And the, and the flow is mine, it's 9-0
I let boys know I just go get the 100
And I don't give a *, I'm feeling something, no fronting
Blowing the blunts, letting niggers know I'm pulling the stunts
And knock out your front
Give a damn, I put in a *, a *
A *, what?
Outta in the car
Niggers, niggers know a * don't be tripping
But get everything, everything I want
Old, I be starting it
Let niggers know if niggers be tripping
And that's to get the parting wind
Old, I be starting it
A * get to bust
Ain't tripping, ain't no interruption
Pass it to my *