[Intro]
She, she, she
Ima lick her butt cheeks
[Verse 1: F-Spitta]
Jaheir said I don't have a rapping voice
Well I was born with this shit, I ain't never had a choice
But I could choose to be the best rapper, not a loser
Your girl on my dick, ima pick her like a booger
Used that shit in athletics, use it again
Cuz, I'm not a loser you know I was born to win
But, Rapping like Frank Ocean
The Best rapper i'll leave you in the ocean
You talk shit, but nigga you don't know shit
The best rapper cuz I do this, everyday
[Verse 2: F-Spitta]
This is all I do in my room
While I was getting high off them shrooms
Me and Mukhtar, smoking on that joint
Break you niggas in your joints
Then I burn your fucking bones
Go to your funeral, then your fucking home
Tell your fucking mom, that you ain't coming home
Cuase you got burnt off like a fucking phone
I mean, just like a fucking cigeratte
Your girl on my dick, cuase she saying that she stick with that
Always saying shit about girls being on my dick
Cuase it's the truth, true shit it's explict and uh
My mind is kinda crazy, My eyes are getting lazy
Uh, my J's are fly, you can tell that there's some haze in my eyes
Cuase, I can't see now
See that's an arrow pointing down and around
[Verse 3: F-Spitta]
And yes, take a pause one more time
Cause I'm coming on this shit, no its not a fucking crime
Coming I ain't talking 'bout the white stuff on my dick
Your girl always wanna wipe stuff on my dick
She always wanna spit on it, yeah she suck it
Do this shit, yeah I do it like McLovin
Came up on it and I eat it like a muffin
Yeah, you know I stay stunnin', like I stay getting money
But I'm saying fuck Conner Gray, I mean I'm sorry
I'm just tryna play this like a game, Atari
Yes, if your a 90's boy you understand that shit
But, fuck the fanboys
Fuck you if you just listen to me if I blow up
I'm the best rapper and I do this with no chucks, no love
[Verse 4: F-Spitta]
Do it in vans, paper coming quick, I hope you understand
Uh, recording with Audacity
And I just stay mad at myself, cause I stay mad at me
I'm the best rapper and I harvest while I eat
(Harvest, Harvest) Yeah, and you know I go the hardest (and, uh)
[Skit]
Yes, get that metronome on
Jaheir, you boutta hit this shit?
This nigga Ja, tryna get grown
(Am I gonna downgrade this?
The speakers too loud)
[Verse 5: Young Jayy]
Hardest and the farthest, you know I'm going in
Looking born to win
They talking 'bout bongs, I'm talking bout thongs
Get them girls naked, take them to the lair (TAKE IT FUCKIN OFF!)
Don't be fuckin scared
It's just Young Jayy, ordinary day
Rapping extraordinary, nigga don't play
Tryna play with me, tryna compete
After that you see that skeet, on her feet
On her face, they call me fuckin' Ace
Acurate, yeah I do it, like a fuckin slate
Niggas late, they won't fuckin make it
Young Jayy don't take shit, take this
I don't want it, I don't want this
Rap isn't my shit
[Outro]
(Muhktar, you 'bout to go back in bro?
(No, No, No)
Popeyes, I eat that
Kool-Aid, I drink that
Don't get that off that video, get your own shit
Alright, alright, alright
Go, Go, Go, offbeat
Okay we'll all do one
Pussy, I eat that
Dicks, they suck that
Bitches, I love that)
