Lyrics

Hottest muhfucka in any city
These niggas is faker than these bitches titties
Bumpin' that biggie, I aint bumpin' no diddy
Rappers be gettin' murked in they own city
2 chainz on they should call me titty
Stickin' to the bread without the jiffy
Before I self destruct, i'ma get rich tryna get the power not Fifty
Fake artists think they real hood
Bars so sick they don't feel good
I be ghostwriting for yo favorite rapper
Not from the streets he is not a trapper
Your rhymes are horrible lil dude and my lines are terrific
Too hot for TV, censors sayin' that the shit is explicit
Came a long way from the bottom, yea we servin' in trenches
Critics blogging typing articles saying that the flow is so splendid
Went to college and was selling them O's, didn't do no homework I was smashin them hoes
Say you got them bricks and a 9 mm nigga I been around you b4
Ain't never seen you make a play or a juug, married but you still chasin' them hoes
Bring them songs back 'cause you rented my flow