feat 6

You gotta grab the booty if you want to preform the duty on a beauty, nigga.

Don't settle for a smoothie after the movie, nigga.

If you really a true g nigga,

she'd be grooving to the beats that you don't make,

to the style you bit from drake, nigga.

Gotta protect your style,

Sry bruh, you should promise not to sing,

and i'll promise not to projectile vomit some green.

Your project got me vomiting on your label's mentality, shitting on your table.

Because your food for thought is just as fake as reality on cable.

i'm serving stakes out to competition fresh out from the kitchen

and that's not even the written. this is for the kittens

too pussy to admit they eat from the plate that i spit in.

And tell their friends they write at this level, who you kidding?

Who you fooling? i'm kicking and flipping this shit like rodney mullen.

Pulling in mi novia, amber, a booty call from last November.

ever wonder why the girls never feel like mike

why the magic isn't there, not that they don't wanna ball.

They're not dyke, they just don't wanna ride on your trike

and answer your calls. Cause your a bigger bitch then the number of falls

when you try and ride like a nigga like me, a nigga like me