It's Babeo I stay automatic
I'll k** you n***as with an automatic
I'll ill you n***as with an AK on my payday when I get the bullets something tragic
Finna happen when I'm k**in' all these dreams
Ring ring gotta call Ferg in his dump truck
Cause I got all these n***as bodies pilin' up
And I need somewhere to put em when my tummy stuffed
With all the weak bars that you lames be spittin' up
f** with my crew, well you can get your guts strewn
From your Momma's house to my back yard
Cause i'm ready and willing to keep your heart in a jar
In my fridge
And every now and then I'll taste a smidge
So, I can taste the coward in ya
To remind me of a place that I've never even been to
Hey! how's the bottom n***a
You jumpin' up and down cause I really can not see ya
Screaming oh k** 'em like I'm hanging out with Terio
Imma make you cry like the time you told ya grandma no
k** 'em without even trying
Show up to the Grammy's in my red silk bonnet
And a bag full of bobby pins and pink lotion
When the camera pans to me
"Sorry for my attire but I've been sleeping on you hoes"
With a wink and a smile
And then the web goes wild
All these weirdo babes are my adopted childs
Yep a bad b**h with bad grammar
Make your speakers go hammer
When I pull up to the scene and you find your wig missin'
Find me screaming “new weave new weave! 22 inches”
Yup, big dick b**h dot com
Yeah your meat is flexin' but it's lookin' pretty minuscule
Time to stop playing rap games
Head back to school
Yeah
My money add and multiply
Call it mathematical equations
Givin' n***as abrasions
With my tongue lashings
Having skater boys change thrasher to thrash him
And just F.Y.I shout out to Semi he's a pretty cool guy