[Intro]
"You a**holes do exactly what I say or I will take you outside and fu*k YOU IN THE STREET!"
[Verse One]
Mr. Lopez
Was interrupted while I was beatin' the toto
Phone call: my homies sayin "n***a's talkin' loco"
Little do they know, goin' at Lo is a no-go
The jab like Cotto so I don't need the fo'-fo'
Unlike these b**h n***as who resort to quick triggers
I'm writing sixteens till they go for six figures
Every eight bars I should see my neck and wrist glitter
Out of all these new cats, I'm the pick of this litter
Best believe it
Every move I make's strategic
I'm humble but at times I know I can be conceited
Like when I write a rhyme
Or when I kick a flow
Or when I dick a dime
Or when I get the doe
You motherf**ers should have never got on my nerves
The last thing you'll hear is my laugh, my words
Every time you hear about some hot sh**, it's my song
I'mma rub it in your face till they tell me I'm wrong
[Hook x2]
Everybody always acting like they loco
n***as ain't loco, I'll bust 'em in the coco
You don't know what that mean? I bust you in the face
n***as act 7:30 but I'm way past 8
[Verse Two]
Pa** the dutchie cause I'm way past baked
And according to the year, I am way past late
I got the itch, yeah I crave that cake
I want to swim in a pool of money: make that lake
Uh-huh, I f** a b**h till she make that face
Then she hop up out of bed and she make that plate, yeah
You think you nice but you ain't that great
You might be 7:30 but I'm way past 8
And looking at the nine, it's about that time
I used to push dimes, now I'm on that digital grind
I'm a firm believer that we live in critical times
I wish I wasn't born with such an an*lytical mind
But I'm grateful of the gift that I was given to rhyme
While you're the type of dude that did it just to fit in the lines
Dwell in the underground, but thinking of a different design
If you ain't shootin' for the top then why you spittin' the rhymes?
[Hook x2]
[Verse Three]
Mister L-O, P to the E-Z
Love my weed strong and I like my hoes sleazy
Choke a n***a just for disrespect, fo sheezy
So for future reference, I don't take no feces
So easy, the way I lay my flow down
Rappers want beef? We can Bobby Flay throw down
I think you're sh**'s hot, 'specially with no sound
Got morenos in the streets, swearing that my soul brown
Old n***as hate me cause they see the potential
Young boys jealous cause I got the credentials
Everybody want to try me, want to size me
Til I do 'em like R. Kelly got done by Isley
With no help, just me and myself
f** love, I'm focused on me and my wealth
I'm low key, cause I always be on my stealth
And your b**h was just here, I think she peed on herself, yeah
[Hook x2]