[Hook]
I've been tryna find my gears so this is something you can ride with
Been talking with my peers they say its natural some despise it
I'm always on the seek they thinking that they gonna hide it
Middle finger in the air with my haze up right beside it
[Verse]
I bang with the beats gang relation
Hang on the rim like deflation
Throw the deuce when i replace one
Then i'm never coming back til' she let me cum
I roll around on four wheels
Howie Mendel all deals
Till the watch I got give cold chills
I did it for myself and thats for reals
I lace it up, lick it, light it, seperating that sticky, fight it
Given me all them hickies, hide it
Then a plane for all my thoughts, fly it
I'm punking on kids that be thinking they holding they own when they really be jocking
Taking the style of another artist your consider me me all about my mocking
I'm making a fist with my hand
Then like a shoe, I will be socking
Then I will call up your girl
Fill up the cracks with all of my caulking
Squab with my punchlines and I dont fight fair
When your girl wanna rumble she just tell me pull my hair
Your deception at its finest while I inception on your highness
She scanning through my iris
Hoping that my heart behind this
I've scanned the hips for companionship, lost cause in this society
You think you know your chicken till she blame it on sobriety
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
Verse two and i'm gone do hit you with all whole new personal style
Bringing change like a cup different range for the bucks
Living like a animal sh**s all wild
I'm no where in the game that you hunt
Two hands up like I'm in the range for the punt
Touch down for the buss down
She on the rush now tryna crush now but I can't cuff now
NO!
Yes
Now i'm all up on her mind with my hair gel
Or the rare cells that containing the heat
Luke warm baby girl old navy bad apparel
Who the f** care you remain as the beat
I'm fiending for the status, hip hop hashes
People influence from the future and the past its
A whole new grind
So f** your judgements cause this mine shine
Rhyme, gonna do what I want thats garunteed
Mcdonalds rap, thats quarter pound never eat that sh** thats just bout my weed
Cause I roll one text two hit three
Then I'm finally going up and lighting my tree
Bend the buck tryna lawn chair cheese
Cook it up as I spit this grease
[Hook x2]