The mama who cried he coming for...

nowadays everyone trying to be rappers

This nigga look like he weights 2 kilo sweet as a sugar waffle

The money that I have you can never dream of

It's enough to buy me two or three Jets

Got ur bitch out here trying to count my own checks

Same bet you say you was going to jump in the pussy like splash

she just told me that you nut faster than flash

Every girl does sees me I got em calling dibs

But you fuck my bitches I'm gone have you hanging like a bottom lips

Pussy why you don't want to battle rap me you scare

I thought you was the real raper this shit shouldn't even be fair

Fucking slutty hoe dont make me go hunting like I'm fucking Rambo

Swear to God I got like 4 or 5 straps on me you don't want to play with this shit

Niggas that I hang around with dontplay that shit

They Come in your hood and Ride on you like a Maibach shift

I'm heating up Nigga

I get money that's why am up nigga

Only reason I duck with is cause you ain't got no friends

You got me going crazy like I just poped a Zen

nigga I know you fast with them hands I know u be jerking off

No beat but I murder it like I'm chief kief

I'm hot like Miami no heat

He look like a phat black bean

Talk salad he have nightmares

Show him jerk chicken he have dreams

Fake ass rapper

He heard my shit his mama had to put in a diaper

I got scream like a werewolf

I called this shit the mama who cried son his coming for u

U fuckin kfc biscuits

U not even worth it

U caged animal I should put back in the circuits