I love the smell of it
p**y a** b**hes who try k**ing it
The way I run sh** I smack b**hes for the hell of it
Wanna know why you b**hes celibate
She's got your balls in her purse and she laughs so go tell her kid
That you a pistol packing b**h smacking k**a
But if you're getting p**y I can tell you I can feel you
Wichita is my home partially known or let it be know
b**hes fear me in my physical form
Cause I'm a beats, the midwest king ready to feast
On these flossing a** rappers describing them to a T
Skin tight jeans they looking f*ggy to me
Snapback on your b**h I'mma punch her in the teeth
Next one to say swag is getting caught in a stickup
Get your blood on your jordans you will be my next victim
Smoke a couple blunts get high as the sky f** it
I wish this new era hip hop would just die
(hook x2)
This new hip hop be bumping the block she said
She likes to listen if she stuffing the co*k I listen to
Nas, Big L, Biggie, and Pac I wish these new f**ing rappers would straight up get shot
(verse 2)
Get shot, Get shot or for nothing
Sailor Jerrys and Crown Royal I'm coming
Vodka shots to the dome now I'm buzzing
You're just made cause I got your b**h lusting
For ElementZ dick, get her hella bent quick
Off the sh** gotta love it when she grips dick
Hella gone with a 45 I rip sh**, and now I'm hella crossing names of my hit list
Now what the f** I got him without a problem caught him stunting like his daddy he was slipping so he lost him
A fat b**h was bossing, corrections officer problems knock that beard of his face he's a b**h he ain't flossing
I beast on a rapper everyday that I can
And stretch the rules like a f**ing rubber band, GOD DAMN
I won't let them turn me to blind
And I swear to god I don't even want to rhyme
(hook x2)
(verse 3)
Get shot, get shot or get buck
ElementZ, rip sh** don't give f**s
White boy go hella hard rip tracks up
f** the law, they finna lock your a** up
I stay DL for real no b**h to him me up and that is on the real
My rhymes are tighter than b**h jeans
And all you fake a** rapppers stop its harder than it seems
Take a concept and try to stay on topic
You almost had a verse half way you kind of lost it
You talk about real sh** and how hard the struggle is
And then its all about b**hes guns and busting it
You phony I thought I had a homie
But all these f**ing rappers are just in the for the money
Remember that hip hop is an art, I take it to heart
You f**ers were faking it from the start
(hook x2)