Aww shit, Devin′s gonna kill me on this

Aye, woah, aye, yeah

Passing through the valley and I make a right turn

Beard is tryna grow so I don't trim the sideburns

I don′t feel the need to spend the money I earned

All I need's some Levis and a couple nice shirts

Yo I like the way you do that right thurr, right thurr

I just treat you pussies like dirt, try swerve

23 I'm well and self-absorbed and wiser

This an "I already know how life works" type verse

But I′m, but I′m

I'm a fucking walking paradox

Bragging ′bout the time I said some shit that got the Sheriff shocked

I ain't Berry Bonds but swear I got some hits

I need to really have you sit and think to question if it′s fair or not

And all these dudes you see, they sweeter than some cherry pies

Put 'em in a life or death scenario, they paralyzed

Doesn′t matter if you scared or not, I'm terrified for you

I know you don't wanna die, keep that hair salon for you

You that guy that drives a Beamer that your parents bought for you

Bitch you wanna song fresh I got that airsoft for you

I think you suffering from hearing loss

And me and Devin on a song that′s like a terror squad

And all my videos are planned out like a movie scene

BB is the new regime, better than what you should be

Given opportunities, taking off like nudity

Doing what I feel like and you don′t know what to do with me

I'm gone

Alright, Izzy

You′re ugly bro, lemme do my shit

Okay, let's go

Let me step into the ring, bitch

I′m too crucial

The way I body these beats they would declare it as brutal

Turn your brain into noodles

I'll make it look like a simple homicide

Without laying fingers or letting iron fly

Why you so traumatized, I can′t apologize

I'm only five-seven, with these stacks I'm Zion sized

Just dismantled the game to make me modified

Make the choppa sing this bitch don′t even harmonize

I be all about my paper like I′m Alan Price

Being broke and heartbroken only happened twice

See a bitch can break your heart but these stacks are nice

'Cause me and money go together just like spam and rice

Fuck, I′m really in my bag, yo

Tryna cop my brothers cribs and some Lambos

You think I'm running out of bars I got the ammo

The way I′m shooting all this shit I feel like Rambo

Nah, let me get into my real shit

No corny lines just to pay the bills shit

You just like my other hoes I can't deal with

Say they with me for the time but I ain′t feel shit

I claim the throne in this victory

Story of my life is a breakfast at Tiffany's

Flow over a beat sound like Beethoven's symphony

This a flu game I know these bitches be sick of me, uh

Similar to stoves you don′t touch when I′m hot

This like Clipse in '02 when Lord Willin′ had dropped

Lil Wayne in '07 with the features to top

Our weakest bars can go diamond we ain′t ready to flop, yup

Okay, not ready to flop, are we, woah

Ah dude, fucking brush your teeth bro, shut the fuck up

Aye, I'm like Soulja Boy, eating musubis Hawaiian Superman

Finger fucking hapa bitches so I got a yellow hand

Scooby Doo the coochie too might pull up in the Mystery Van

All my dogs hate Uncle Sam, all my dogs hate Uncle Sam

Haole girls are fucking bland, she snorted up her college plan

Hopped up on my dick and ran a lick, call that the Running Man

Office max my fucking plan, tryna stack a thousand bands

Don′t smoke or drink

But that don't mean your whole crew won't catch second hand

Said my D fantastic so my nickname be Elastic man

I′m spitting bring yo oven mitts

BB in the fucking house not talking bout airsoft and shit

Gave yo daughter dollars she babysat with her upper lip

Six foot robber I had to clobber with my upper clip

Orgies with cheerleaders but I′ll only hit the upper clit

Kaio-ken I kick that hoe in the pussy, did triple flips

Niggas try to triple dip

Please don't touch my fucking chips, aye

Cheehee, a Boto Banga cypher for the pee-pees

You can′t hang with us, we upper league you niggas peewees

All of us combined got many streams not talking shee-shee

Rock hard shells stick to yo back just like opihi, nigga

Uh, that was the guy that made "Punahoes"

Ah, she's not even Hawaiian

I got broads all abroad, where my dick go

Aye, aye, yeah

2020 Vision, they don′t wanna see me

You could get merked quicker than Nappa in GT

Said you just an extra should've been left behind, you ET

We BB, busting in the scene

Got all our songs on repeat

Independent, no CDs

The rhymes hit like bullets

You would think that I′m straight outta D.C

Got the mouth of LaVar Ball but ain't made the D-League

Getting chips while ya team stand around like NPCs

Nothing but clones and empty threats as far as I can see

Like a denominator, you never gon be topping me

You can hop right off of deez

Obvious we profiting

Come through and tear up your turf like we got soccer cleats

I step in with fresh kicks, I don't mean karate

Try to bite the style thinking how could I be somebody

You can try to catch a wave but we bring tsunamis

After you′ve seen the way that we shook the scene, you salty

Tell ′em all to eat a dick, that's just something I would say

I′m on my Gambino shit, you just cry 'bout Childish things

Feed ′em shit they eat up quick, I knew that my sound would bang

Guess I'm on an ego trip, I could let my money go down the drain

And cop designer bags to flaunt ′em

Be saucin' but have a target that's on my back, I caught ′em

Praying for my Fall like Autumn, I brought it back to haunt ′em

Ironic when something's fishy a lot of cats don′t want it with me

Flow dirty, feel like Ima need some Febreeze

Keeping that thang tucked on me, talking 'bout keeping the peace

Hand over your Visa if you wanna reason with me

I′ll keep going 'til I′m considered one of the meanest MCs, let's go

I mean you know what the fuck we do

This is nothing new to us

Y'all just fucking suck

This is Boto Bangaz, you don′t even fucking get it

Okay

You′re not one of us

You will never be us

Never in a million years will you touch us

I don't even have to say it, I′m gone

I'm done