[Verse 1: Mr. DUI]
My bars are heavier than a F-350
Lyrics are sharp on point somewhat like a machete
My dude I'm armed and ready
Yeah b**h, calm but Deadly
Like Norman Bates Motelly
Just hit me on the Celly you wanna ride with me
Beware when you sit beside a beast
Who hyped as me, no nobody
Lyrical lottery, when they copy me
Is like them n***as robbing me
You got bars for days, I got bars for years
You ain't hard as me, no matter what I hear
To me soft and gay, it's why I called you queer
You feeling more than fear when you feel my presence
You in a state of depression
Today you learning a lesson
For even attempting of testing a Chico
Told you not to be messing around with my people
But you don't listen, that's why I'm shoving my fist in the lips n***a what?? Get bigger, f**ing b**h n***a
They told me your lyrics are sick but not quite like this n***a I'm beyond sick, words lounge quick
You f**ing round with the wrong click
DUI my n***a that's what you call this
[Verse 2: Mr. DUI]
They be like "Chico, I'm a gangsta, I'ma thug, I'm goon"
Til' they hear the wolves howl at the moon
Bust a liar up in the afternoon, I swear to God you're not ready for my Platoon
E-Murder, Knightmare we're brilliant homie, you better wear your eye-wear
We can get it on, we ain't scared to fight fare they be like "Right here"
We like be like "Right where?" They talk a lot
They bark a lot, they carry guns but never draw the Glock
They start sh**, but then they call the cops
I told ya mang, them n***as Soft as Fok
Is like you give 'em a mic and they grow balls
Alone in the dark, and they so lost
So shook, is like they on pause
Make a sudden move, and I'll off your lights
When in my presence, dude's mortified
They suicide like they're bored of life
Holding a mic, as if I'm thor
That's right, I ain't fronting on y'all
n***a rugged raw, right in front of the mall
Straight f**ing a Brod like at 1 in the morn
Yeah, I'm loving it dawg