The MC lyrics

[Verse 1]
b*tches on my line, this a probate
H2O flow and I don't hold gate
This is no trial, this a closed case
I swear my mans flippin' birds like a road rager
Im no angel, my hoes like a Sega
Streets of Rage 2, I make them hoes skate, don't let the flow escape
Just let me flow above, im blowing loud out the clouds "TURNT UPPPP"
And these worth bucks, f*ck ifs or maybes
Yeah surfs up Harlem hoes say I'm "wavy"
LA girls say I'm "hella tight"
I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight
Call it what you want I'm what you like
I'm ballin all my life
I'm Sydney Dean ya'll Wesley Snipes
Never really been into the ice
My lady friends never really be into the life
I like a deep thinker,I like a wine drinker
I like a dutty wine b*tch with some vagina piercing
I like a good listener,I like a sense of humor
I like a ho that likes a ho just for my amusement
OK, I like to think I'm likable
I like to think I write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts
Don't know why they fightin' fo, dont know why they arguin'
Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this
They be on that water here, put a couple in the air
Then they get that chopper like they dont know where a Target is
And I'm shoppin like I don't know where a Target is
Swear a n*ggas draws be on some stupid Neiman Marcus sh*t
(Stupid Neiman Markus sh*t)
Bring the hook,I think I need to spark again