[ Verse: Alec Gomez ]
Why you tryna act tuff? You not gangster enough
I got homies that'll pull up on you ready to dump
I'm the best rapper with it ain't no one above
Imma put you on a shirt like "Rest in peace my love"
Yo
Ridin' 'round with contraband
16 b**h with gun in hand
Stackin' up a hunned band
It's all about the money man
Clique 100 deep
Yeah we f**in' up these streets
The way I'm f**in' up these beats
I got your b**h up in my sheets
Yeah
I'm just stuntin' on 'em on a Kawasaki
Said she wanna puck I gave her stick like it's f**in' hockey
Don't knock it till you try but they will never knock me
I know why you're mad it's 'cause you're not me
Ha
Why you rappin' homie you ain't got none
Ha
They lookin at me sideways 'cause I got some
Ha
Talk about the guns they wanna pop somethin'
Ha
Them nuke style bombs I'm 'bout to drop one
Ha
Flow fresh as f** y'all a hundred years old
And you couldn't even beat me with some f**in' cheat codes
I will never wife a hoe that's the f**in' G Code
But I will f** your b**h make her f**in' deep throat
Man stop biting all my sh**
Leave me alone get the f** up off my dick
Southside Texas, boy I represent
New Age, I'm the f**in' president
I heard you talkin' sh**, like I won't bust back
I won't hurt you man, just tell me where the d** at
Tryna play me for a fool wrong move, f** that
If you hatin' on me you can s** upon this nutsack
Boy
PREP grad student
b**h I'm so hot I make a young nun turn nudist
I'm reckeless on the mic swear that I be rappin' foolish
I'm Jesus to this rap game but I don't keep a Judas on the team
Diamonds hella icy so they gleam
Weighing up my weed on the f**in' triple beam
And I got a b**h that look just like a queen
And my lil mama hottest thing you ever seen
[ Outro: Alec Gomez ]
Drippin' off the sauce hoe
Yeah drippin' off the sauce b**h
Woah drippin' off the sauce hoe
Yeah trap sh**
Motherf**er