Late To Tha Booth

Say look —
I drop a deuce in my cup
Hit the booth fucked up (Woah woah)
Hit the gas, dropped the top
Now my roof fucked up
Switching lanes, spilled my lean
Now my shoes fucked up
You take my niggas for a joke
You got my dudes fucked up (Squa-squa)
Ole' bitch, wasn’t shit
What she lose, lucks up (My bread)
The plug called my phone, What it do? What’s up?
He say he trynna move a block
Had to tell him what’s what (Nigga what?)
I’m a rapper, not a trapper, all I do is bust guts (Bow)
But I’ll break a brick down if I’m ass out
Why these rap niggas do nothing that they rap bout'?
I don’t even try to cut off their lil' rap route
I just pull my mask down when they cash out (I need that)
Since we ain’t' rich, we talk our shit, don’t need a stash house
I hit a lick, I don’t buy kicks, I keep it trapped out
They talking traps but never in em', what they track bout?
They toting guns that’s never used for what they’re rapt' bout'
I might pull my mac out
Say «put your hands up» (Put your hands up)
Catch him at the go-go let out
Say «give your bands up» (Give the cash up)
You a lil' bitch, type to snitch, give your mans up (He did it)
Once you see a clip
Piss and shit and call your grandma (Ew)
Niggas talk on twitter, man them niggas got the game fucked up
WillThaRapper is a bitch? You got my name fucked up
I’m high as hell, trynna shoot, so my aim fucked up
Do-do Do do POW
Hit his head, now his brain fucked up
Your favorite rapper is a bitch, he got his chain tucked up
But he say he wanna kill me, I don’t give a fuck fuck
What that mean? That mean, I don’t give two tough fucks
I roll two stuffed crust and now I’m too fucked up (Woah)