Comin' in hot for the jerk tape
And number one, I ain't never gon' be late
Comin' in hot for the jerk tape
My shit hard, all I need is just one take
Seven hundred hoes, man, I'm tryna raise the birth rate
Hoes tryna spin back, told the bitch it's too late
Too much cheese, man, this shit don't even make sense
Fifty for a verse, nigga, takeing nothin' less
I be rockin' purple, make it rain like I'm Prince
What's in your cup, nigga? Bet not be fake triss
Nigga, is a loser, man, he link up with a stank bitch
Droppin' too much, but you know that I can't miss
Shootin' like I'm Curry, nigga, it's a 30-30, nigga
Every time I drop a song, nigga, it's a straight switch
Yeah
Keepin' up with photography, look at my gallery
Told you niggas eat a dick if you would ever doubted me
Brody talkin' crazy, he ain't touch as many racks as me
Brody can't shoot, nigga, look like Shane Battier
I'm lookin' at my bitch, and I know that she a masterpiece
Brody got a blick, but I know he ain't shoot shit
Finna up the stick, and you know it get his tooth hit
All these hoes boring, so I pop out with a new bitch
Yeah, seven new bitch
Playin' with the dogs like I'm Rufus
Nigga hella stupid, he a doofus
Brody just talkin', he don't do shit
