[Verse 1: LH]
It's Soundcloud Season
All you n***as is slackin'
They must be talkin' 'bout some gifts
'Cause I know n***as ain't rappin'
I don't ever f** with mice
But I know n***as that's trappin'
Y'all must be sleepin' on me
Don't y'all get tired of nappin'?
My man Nick got some guns
And I might have em start cappin'
I stole yo b**h and came on her
That's what I call kidnappin'
You rappers lookin' awfully lost
I think y'all need to start mappin'
Like we scored a touchdown
I like to hear that a** clappin'
No Brown, but I'm mackin'
No script, but they actin'
No baseball, but I'm battin'
No groceries, but I'm baggin'
If you trynna compete, break a leg
Might leave you hurt
If you go against me
Dig yourself six in the dirt
[Verse 2: LH]
I told her swallow my kids
But she ain't Billie Jean
I ain't bein' funny
But my flow slicker than beans
I got these n***as shook
Like they drinkin' caffeine
I get higher than a Rocket
b**h I ball like Yao Ming
And baby... girl... we on the come up
These n***as think they funny
But they ain't doin' stand-up
When my dudes run up on em
Man, I swear they gon' cluck
I stay stealin' n***as b**hes
Catch me down in the lock-up
I got my n***a Q
Thick b**hes holla, he's single
And if we was playin' ball
You'd be the Browns, I'm the Bengals
I f**ed that b**h so good
She walkin' side to side
And I call these n***as "Burgers"
'Cause they sho' is fried
I copped my dudes Ray Bans
Just to say that I did it
You won't catch me with no bums
All my n***as is fitted
I snatched that dude's girls
But, b**h, I got acquitted
We made a f**in' mixtape
Just to say that we did it
I call these dudes keyboards
'Cause you know they stay pressed
After they go against me
Man, I leave 'em depressed
None of them got drive
So they failed the road test
b**h, I'm fly, I'm a trip
b**h, I am Southwest
Bet you ain't know I was the Flow God?
Man, I keep my dick wetter
Than a f**ing cod
Head to Florida, out in mansions
With my whole squad
Nude photos on the sand
Now that's a beach bod
I only f** with MILFs
And that's how I met your mother
I call my girl a lollipop
'Cause she ask me to s** her
These n***as straight trash
So I threw 'em in the gutter
These n***as straight pollution
Like a car without a muffler
One thing that's a fact
Is that my flow smoother than bu*ter
It's Soundcloud Season
And it's hotter than the summer
One thing I won't ever do
Is f** without a rubber
I'm ballin' on these rappers
Let me get my Louisville Slugger
I keep a sweater on me
'Cause my wrist stay cold
And you know that I'mma win
So you may as well fold
And, b**h, I ain't got no chill
I am really uncontrolled
I hope I make it clear
That it's a no b**h n***a zone
It's funny that y'all flexin'
With some sh** that y'all don't own
I keep my money stacked
Could I offer you a loan?
And we ain't skippin' rocks
But all my n***as is stoned
Watch you mouth when you speakin'
b**h n***a, I'm grown
Tight p**y make me cum quick
Like a bat out of hell
And just to let you know
I get more head than hair gel
You know I keep my dick
Wetter than Wisconsin Dells
I was bout to school these n***as
But they saved by the bell