Monopoly

«Ain't gonna be too many suckers, and furthermore, I think you better check
your mitts.»
«Baby, come on. Let’s cut this place loose.»
«Ayyy, chump, you better get the fuck out of here, and take your bitches with
you, especially Ug-Mug here.»
The Hybrid, smoking on papaya
That give you niggas bronchitis, what you write is all vagina
What I write is Wall of China, nigga, that’s «Great»
Like eighths of Grape Ape getting stuffed in my suitcase
Ready to hit the studio and shit all on your mixtape
Nah, literally—shit all on your mixtape
Wipe with the credits, leave stains on the jewel case
In just two takes, dog, the booth’ll get souffléd
You’re hiding something like a toupee
Truthfully, my friend: touché
You gon' get exposed like an up-and-coming model
And to me, your label seems like one of them pageant mamas
So guess who’s the little bitch? That’s you
You must suck a lot of dick: That’s true
I misuse with issues and pistols
Mind racing like Bristol, heart of igloos
My nigga, you ain’t been what I been through
And if so, you would take a pencil through your temple
'Cause I done served fiends on they menstrual
Ain’t even have pads, stuffed they panties with tissue
Hit the Ave. 'cause they mouth ain’t bleeding
And your style’s like fried chicken without the seasoning
Nigga, that’s bland; fuck you up and your mans
I smack you like a bitch, nigga, that’s open-hand
Fuck you and your tough talk
When I monopolize, I throw your ass off the boardwark
Fag, you ain’t play sports, but always at the ballpark
Type of nigga rocking Crocs at the fucking Walmart
Drunk like Stallworth, riding in a fiend car
Get flicked, guess what? I’m running from this fiend car
I know a nigga dirty and got the hammer
But this kush got me high like Pac bandanna
I’m a smart nigga, that do dumb shit
In your baby mama crib, not flushing after I piss
I’m Ferris Bueller with Frank Muellers, you blank shooters
On stank hooters, I’m in Aruba, sipping wine cooler
Mind-ruler, sort of like hypnotism
That’s why these white bitches wanna get with him
I smack it, flip it, like Mike Bivins
But to me, your flow’s like Ronny DeVoe’s
My hoes got toes in expensive high heels
Your hoes' toes is fucked—beauty supply sandals
Handle any situation
I smoke blunts to the face to stay motivated
Irritated when I’m not sedated
Fuck her face like I was obligated
And still fucking with them freak hoes
Stank pussy smelling like Cool Ranch Doritos