Rolling in a big truck, rollin' up with six s*uts
That being said, giving six minus six f**s
Stick my dick up the game until I'm losing interest
And I will f** a pen and pad until I make the ink come, get it bruh? Income
If not you must got "downs" up in your "system," my Serj of power leaves you f*ggots with none
You're fly as a penguin, I take the beat and kick bu*t
My rapping style tighter than a straight kid's bum
k**ing mainstream rappers until the f**ing list done, except the Based God and probably Big Sean
Got the "Guap," block as hot as a freaking Miss. Month
Decapitate you rappers place your head inside my Vuitton, like I was Jarren Benton
Spit bullets 'til the clips done
Spit a couple bars just to exercise this kid's lungs
Listen bruh, I'm "outie" like the Doctor done messed up
Come through with an Audi now I'm sounding like a rich f**
Quit it with that "Duck Face," you want those puffy lips done?
When that b**h done, she said it's sweeter than some Lipton
She Drop!
Drop, b**h
Drop (x4)
Steven spitting spiffy, yo f** a lisp bruh
My lyrics crack, they gonna need some lip balm
It's the misadventures of a Westboro member, Mr. Sending beats to funerals then turn to protester
I said f** the sneaks, without 'em we still run sh**
NE be a bunch of teens, with bad judgement
Rap's still my main b**h, production means nothin'
Still rep the team, it's "f** Curbs" and "Free Lovin'"
Still rep the team, it's "f** Curbs" and "Free Lovin'"
Here to break it down just like Sarah P's son did