[Produced by: Hot Sugar]
[Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi]
Holy sh*t, I don’t really give a f*ck
Go to your crib tell your girlfriend lick it up
Obtrusive and invasive, most of you losers is tasteless
Most of you rappers is basic, and your producers adjacent
Earth is a cage I just cruise in my spaceship
Blaze sh*t, Asiacentric Asian
Got dough like Causcasian
Hot flow like a AIDS di*k
Plus I raise clit
Like to play with slits, say hey to my tip
Willie Mays, that’s me
Stay really dazed when I’m walking down the street
My ex say I smoke too much marijuana
I can quit when I wanna, I just never wanna
Don’t blame me I’m product of environment
Only got love for violence, cue the violins
Mean mugging, I’m on the scene thugging
Even cream my cousin cuz the dude be bugging
Who wanna get duffed out, snuffed out, punched mouth
You talk a lot of sh*t but I heard you was a cub scout
I been wilding ever since I’m watching Rugrats
Writing thug raps, hiding where my drugs at
Me, yes, the hardcore child, climb the ladder to success parkour style
Far more guile than your average
You do it for the cameras, and I do it on the cannabis
And the dust, you couldn’t handle us
So scandalous, I got grams of stuff
Licking on the sticky, tripping like a hippie
Got a couple dollars, now a baby think he Ricky
Sitting pretty, it’s me b*tch, Britney
Uhh? Nobody really get me
Ten rings like Gretzky, I’m the best, B
Next with the text, yes that’s me
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Best rapper out and I never cooked a ki
Look at me, look at me
Best rapper out and I never cooked a ki
I’m just this crooked, B
[Outro]
Feel me, I’m a killer so kill me