[Hook] How I do, it's not up to you Wild n out, homie gimmie the brew Yo mamma say I'm nasty (x3) [Verse 1] Arrogant Menace I'm a sleaze From my studded lobs down to my tatted knees I yell obscenities then juxtapose with ma'am, pardon me That's a hard part of me that's hard to see Street dealer what the f**s a pharmacy Got 30 rocks tryn rob the cars locked Finna make him pay I don't pay no mind to what they say They can tax me, I ain't got sh** to give anyway They Thought I wasn't ready yet homie Better take those stacks and replace your bet homie I'm coming with the fire, going straight for the goblet And I don't need a maze to distract me I still got it Body so tight like Al, fixin' up Woody's arm Late nights with ale son wondering where his daddy's gone Flexible flow can face any beat like Rihanna Honda, drive civic don't strive to be civil Multi-syllabic rhymes or just a riddle I can make music and not just with my fiddle My delivery's impeccable, on time call me UPS I'm raising up the energy, chiefing til I'm bleeding cess Ask your mama, whose the best I never crap out, unless it's on your chest With Phantom, pharaoh of a new era, North West Spliff slit, tip lit, in your face like a wolf lick [bridge] I'm nasty (x3) Whoa whoa whoa bring it back [Verse 2] Females, thee hail in bathroom line to do lines Looking for a hand out, tough times Pockets on swole, buff, shoe shine Im flyer than a penguin, huff paint on h**n Again call me Diana, I'm a wonder no h**n I rip this sh** hard but nobody listen They say it's no sweat but they flex when they wrist start glisten Possibly Versace got myself a posse after that pound of cheese We on that hoorat status get at us Stacks on this tracks fattest when we salivate over matters Young men got the baby bladders Try to hold the molt but they dropped it like it wasn't their fault Then it was an earthquake And I guess I'm a herder cuz I'm raising up the steaks The engineer will need more than just a knife to slice this tracks So nasty I run with wolf packs It's Jack, mr cut the slack miss the rug sack roll em fat Tropical thunder, rock loaded n blunder Split a swisher and sunder my lungs From under I hover the radar Whoops, k** the track, did I do that It irks ya the way I such a jerk huh [Hook x2]