Pick a spot, pitch a tent
Fuck boys playing with my yen
Dog shit, I ascend
Take my shot and miss again
You fuckin with the wrong dude
I’m just tryna write a fuckin' song or two
Spray my views
I always lose, I’ve paid my dues
Damn, and just like that
Terror ripped the spine out your muthafuckin back
Matta fact you's a rat
And all of your shit wack, your numbers don’t mean jack
I’m keepin shit close on the come up
Puttin in work 'till the sun up
The ladies see me coming, get done up
They jealous ass mans try to run up
They ain’t think I put it down like a “stone cold stunna”
I’m saving this game like Hasselhoff
9 tabs got me off my ass
Hit fast Bend corners at night with the lights off
Voices in my head said “cut it off”
So that’s just what I'mma do
Get a nice good view, cuz this man be the truth
Any other can’t touch 'em, In the underworld clutchin’
Duckin' down bitch-made cuz I'm comin for you