Verse 2

Me im in the party, with bottles of barcadi/
Bouncers tryna card me, me im acting gnarly/
Hoes tryna spot me, niggaz tryna jock me/
Swag turned on, dick swing low, just being cocky/

Nigga try and stop me, ha, I bet you cant/
U got fish skills my real, u getting tanked/
Bitches round a nigga, they just want to hit the road/
swag money wen I walk in, let the interest grow/

I aint fuckin with no crows, I get bitches with the picture pose/
Niggaz getting irrational, so tell me what u itching for?/
Bottles by the dozen, eyes are hanging hella low/
Dropping bows where I go, I’m repping like an animal/

Take the flow, rewind it back, emulate the greatest rap/
Me I fuckin run this track, no breaks just a thunderclap/
Gave rap a high degree sprain, I stays under wrap/
Fake rappers stand up, nigga, we need another act/

Woo, I’m fucking killing em, gassed up like helium/
I ain t ever gon stop, until I see the first million/
Different styles and u feelin them, I rap like a chameleon/
Different type of shot nigga, like Shawn Marion/

Different hoes different spots, different day different drops/
Crème de le creame, I am, the cream of the crop/
Hoes can tell me the truth, but in the bed u can lie/
Sit up in this mother fucker looking peter pan fly/