[Hook]
How I do, it's not up to you
Wild n out, homie gimmie the brew
Yo mamma say I'm nasty (x3)
[Verse 1]
Arrogant Menace I'm a sleaze
From my studded lobs down to my tatted knees
I yell obscenities then juxtapose with ma'am, pardon me
That's a hard part of me that's hard to see
Street dealer what the f**s a pharmacy
Got 30 rocks tryn rob the cars locked
Finna make him pay
I don't pay no mind to what they say
They can tax me, I ain't got sh** to give anyway
They Thought I wasn't ready yet homie
Better take those stacks and replace your bet homie
I'm coming with the fire, going straight for the goblet
And I don't need a maze to distract me I still got it
Body so tight like Al, fixin' up Woody's arm
Late nights with ale son wondering where his daddy's gone
Flexible flow can face any beat like Rihanna
Honda, drive civic don't strive to be civil
Multi-syllabic rhymes or just a riddle
I can make music and not just with my fiddle
My delivery's impeccable, on time call me UPS
I'm raising up the energy, chiefing til I'm bleeding cess
Ask your mama, whose the best
I never crap out, unless it's on your chest
With Phantom, pharaoh of a new era, North West
Spliff slit, tip lit, in your face like a wolf lick
[bridge]
I'm nasty (x3)
Whoa whoa whoa bring it back
[Verse 2]
Females, thee hail in bathroom line to do lines
Looking for a hand out, tough times
Pockets on swole, buff, shoe shine
Im flyer than a penguin, huff paint on h**n
Again call me Diana, I'm a wonder no h**n
I rip this sh** hard but nobody listen
They say it's no sweat but they flex when they wrist start glisten
Possibly Versace got myself a posse after that pound of cheese
We on that hoorat status get at us
Stacks on this tracks fattest when we salivate over matters
Young men got the baby bladders
Try to hold the molt but they dropped it like it wasn't their fault
Then it was an earthquake
And I guess I'm a herder cuz I'm raising up the steaks
The engineer will need more than just a knife to slice this tracks
So nasty I run with wolf packs
It's Jack, mr cut the slack miss the rug sack roll em fat
Tropical thunder, rock loaded n blunder
Split a swisher and sunder my lungs
From under I hover the radar
Whoops, k** the track, did I do that
It irks ya the way I such a jerk huh
[Hook x2]