[Intro]
I don't usually, do this type of sh** but, f** it
Shout out DJ Quiz, Hot 97. Haha, Shout out Peter
[Verse]
G, Yeah, Young Johnny Cash dressed in all black
I listen to your mixtape and it's all whack
My advice? Probably be to fall back
This is rap, don't know what the f** you call that
Working hard trying just to live
So for you half-a**es I ain't got a f** to give
Making money when I rap, you better up your bid
But I'm doing this for free, mad love to Quiz
Drinking whiskey straight
Called your girl for a motel and condoms and whiskey date
Afterwards cheese eggs, bet she fixed the plates
Said I hit it better than you, it was a quick debate
Yeah, I'm the best you've come across in my line of work
All these hoes and the money just a minor perk
I could never teach you how, but see I'm a jerk
Drinking 40's in the streets, I'm just trying to lurk
Mo' better, a pro fella, tell a ho come to my hotel-er
We turn up then we smoke hella with more hipster girls than Coachella
Yeah, lifestyle's all luxury
High fashion skinny model hoes wanna f** with me
Let her powder up her nose, she'll be up in three
Still s**ing me, tomorrow she'll be upitty
Yeah, I'm trying to leave with your mom and her
Too hot, yo I'm breaking all thermometers
Put me in a booth, I set fire on your monitors
A crazy artist with a couple different monikers
Mysteries, yup, young girl, what
Uncle turnup, yeah, and G-Eazy
Me, mysef, and I