Got a new AR, this bitch got some kick to it They ain't let me in the party, brought my stick to it Almost gave up on this rap, Kosher told me stick to it Ain't gon' shoot your car up, I'm just gon' throw a brick through it Brody told me that he liked my song, he hit a lick to it Tryna run up on the kid, I told him don't do it All the reason blood vessels bullets gon' be goin' through it I could make a mil at one day, you be goin' through it Got the passcode to your bitch phone, now you goin' through it You been rappin' the same way for years, you show no improvement Tim Taylor keep my tool on me like it's home improvement Your bitch just got fucked by ten dudes, you on a cuck the movement Gary Tell him not to be a jock, Glock in my sock if I reach for my foot you get popped Had to toss it off a dock, knew how I rock and if not, imma tell you again I get rid of one and I go get another, don't fuck with these people they keep comin' back I dare you to speak on my brother, these crackas be playin' themselves and that shit make me laugh I'm fuckin' her fast equilibrium, I hit it straight on like a radius No condom at her condominium, say I'm outta this world like an alien Tell her her boyfriend sucks, he really unapologetically ass I'm megasonic to you ducks, fuck a pack of people, jit I be lonely and fast Homies hatin' in a jokin' manner, I don't want you around me you could get lost When it come to money, I'm a fuckin' planner, don't need no director, I'm shootin' with Scott Say they at the pink apartments, I'ma slide-out back, no steak house I knew that you was tryna harm me, no sports but lil cracka doesn't fake out In the booth, I get shit off my chest, I don't give a fuck how they gon' take it These other little crackas ain't sayin' none, you nursery rhymers need maintenance They ain't got no cheese like Jimmy John's, and if I'm square, you a hexagon Tell them about that time, once upon, all them fuckboys sweet, butter pecan All them fuckboys sweet, butter pecan, try to tell me that I couldn't, but he can Now they callin' me the GOAT, cause I took a chance She'll grab my dick like the remote, but I ain't on demand Me and Gary in the booth, no freelance He a CEO, used to be the weed man Hear his rapping, we gon' make him wanna tap dance Hold on, wait though, I'm about to talk sense They gain respect after they see you get violent The fact of the matter, they fake Preaching quotes all on the media Most of these people are late Your followers validate who you is So people forget to be genuine When you try to stand up for what's right They start callin' you overly sensitive Tell him not to be a jock, Glock in my sock if I reach for my foot you get popped Had to toss it off a dock, knew how I rock and if not, imma tell you again I get rid of one and I go get another, don't fuck with these people they keep comin' back I dare you to speak on my brother, these crackas be playin' themselves and that shit make me laugh