My Way (Japan Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse]
Okay, let's skate
Bad b*tch finna come my way
Going 90 when I'm on the highway
Can't go high without the high, ayy
Everyday I wake up, smoke another gram, ayy
I don't give a f*ck, nor another damn, ayy
I'm smoking the kush from the Hoover Dam, ayy
I'ma let these b*tches know who I am
I can make whole songs without messing up
Gotta 'fess up, I feel like I'm next up
Bad lil' b*tch in the car named Vanessa
She's a flexer and a sexter, huh
Yeah, ayy, sexed her and finesse her, uh
Then it's next, yeah, huh, then it's next, yeah, uh
Bowflex from the way that sh*t work out
Choppa leave a n*gga shaking like it's twerk-out, ayy, ayy
Tyson, I may knock his lights out, uh
Like I said, shawty strapped, she tryna dyke now, uh
Run up on me, talking sh*t, you wanna die now, uh
Choppa working kind of like a 9 to 5 now, uh
Ayy, ayy, uh, switch the flow up
Drinking Henny with the lean, until I throw up
Almost spent 2k on a bottle of some Henny
I don't even drink that heavy, what the f*ck gotten in me, uh, yeah
Ayy, uh, ayy, toting on the semi
Hardaway when I'm ballin', these n*ggas comparing me to Penny, uh, ayy
Sparing change? Hell nah, keep the pennies, uh, ayy
Ballin' hard, f*ck a jersey, need a penny, yeah, ayy, huh, ayy, huh
Wasn't in me, uh
Caught a fat n*gga lacking, he was up at Denny's, uh, ayy
He don't want smoke, but we got plenty
I'm on bullsh*t like Chicago, no Benny, uh, yeah, ayy, yeah
I'm in London, gettin' it jumpin'
Run up on me, then I'm uppin' the .40, uh, yeah
It ain't nothin'
All of my n*ggas be making this money, uh, yeah, no assumption
I'm gon' f*ck the bank until that horny b*tch c*mmin', yeah, ayy, huh, uh, ayy
Watch a n*gga vomit
Like I said, my momma really think that I'm demonic
Mom, let's be honest
It's money in my pockets
I feel like a angel with these devil horns, stop it
You don't want no problems
Like Wayne said, cool, “What's a goon to a goblin?“
What's a god without a goddess, so I need me a goddess
f*ck being humble, sh*t, I'm done being modest
Nah I'm playing, all this sh*t a blessin'
Catch this choppa into your intestines
Mic check, one, two, testin'
Pull up on the scene, Slam! Wrestling
Me and Westwood straight flexin'
I just may drop a hundred on a necklace
I just may drop a hundred on my next b*tch
Flexing on the ex b*tch
Uh, I do that in private
My gun a librarian, that b*tch came with a silence
Yes, I'm for the violence
I still want peace though
Yes I got a girlfriend, these n*ggas do hoes
Pull up on the scene like, kick sh*t like judo
I'm the type to uhuhuh
[Outro]
That beat hard
I ain’t never really listen to instrumentals
Like, you got like, instrumentals of this song?