We Outchea
Call me the Birdman
I make her Tapout
Run around her house
Call that Lap out
Your b**h obsessed about my dick, snap out
What she want?
b**h, call me Tarzan
I be f**ing monkey dick
But guess they don't want that f**ing toothpick (OOHH)
What she want?
Toothpicks cause they're skeet in her teeth get it rip
You're delivery's here, delivery time
We call that Chief Keef, Macaroni Time
I gave you that, that's real nice
Its nighttime, turn on the headlights
Fly as sh**, we out here
Spitting free verse outchea
Ain't nobody f**ing with my clique
Except that n***a Don cause he a damn b**h
We always come first like football in picks
What she want, I still don't know what she want
She so indecisive
Man it's not fish filet cuh
Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ
He saved you from [?]
They call him the way, the truth, and the life
Nahh
Listen this is how we live
We do it everyday every style, leh go
I get hoes, like dirt
Treat these hoes, like dirt
Treat these hoes like ladies?
Nah bruh treat my dick like Cheney's
We stomp on them like some Lay's chips
We don't give them [?]
Bartenders, no tips
I don't know what we doing but it sounds good
What you think we from the same neighborhood
Mr. Rogers (spitting fire)
Mr. Rogers
(Ain't playing with y'all n***as) Mr. Rogers
An eagle flying high in the sky
Cause he damn high
What they want? (Jesus Christ)