Toe Tag

The goal is to get better nigga
Get better nigga
Uh, I tell 'em

I'm the wicker man
I spit of fire, bitch I'm sicker than
A nigga with AIDs trying to stick a man
Sicker than
A cancer kid trying to get a tan
After chemo
Rapping like a burrito get the picture fam
I curve a ball like a pitcher but I'd send it to a richer man
I rather drown in bitches money and liquor, and
After the liquor I probably won't even dick 'em fam
Huh!
Purple Haze like I'm Killa Cam
Rocking these "Beats by Jay", Not J-Dilla but I'm just as ill-ah
Bringing the heat like I'm Godzilla
No black and yellow but we got them Steelers
Nigga you a Steelers fan?
Part your fro like Will.i.am
(Bloow)
The gunshot be the filler bitch it's Deal or no Dealer fam
Like Mike Jack I'm doing it for the trill-ah
The car black but the inner trimmings vanilla
Banana Clips The unit full of gorillas
Guerilla militia moving for the skrilla we'll run through your villa
Nigga I'm fuckin Attila
I'm chasing a dollar to the sun come up
Why y'all sleep? 'Cus the money is still up
Y'all nigga really wanna battle then sharpen your skill up
My nigga Nitro got the gas, the fellas a fill up
My little nigga got stabbed in a joint with a Phillips
So I ain't dapping up no nigga that's unfamiliar
Nah!
'Cus you wack rappers y'all do the most
You trash rappers I'm not a fan
Pulling up on you Instagram models at your show I'm the garbage man
To leave a ghost on the stage like Pac's hologram
Yeah, you motherfuckers looking like Juwanna Mann
Skinny pants got you niggas dressing like women
Labels got you under pressure 'cus your record ain't spinning
You niggas, better off shaking lemon pepper on chicken
Nigga I'm illin'
You can't get no points for being good so guess I'm the villain
Y'all call this shit hating but we say restoring the feeling
I probably would say I'm born to kill 'em
But if y'all feeling these words
Then that shit worth more than a million
I'm a ghostwriter
No trace like we got no tires
No gun no charge I am no liar
Uh
No E-40 but this young nigga so Sic-Wid-It
You know which suspect did it

Listen
I'm spitting dope like cracking the '80s is crazy
You hear the sound you get to feenin' for it
I don't go by the Fat Gawd for no reason bitch I am the glory
And if you talking out your neck then you asking for it
Quick we dropping bodies it's a hobby shit get hella gory
Never trust a nigga with a gun he think he Robert Horry
Feds book 'em like a worm
He squirmy telling hella stories that nigga soft
Buggin me, while I'm on the grind?
I'mma need some off
Cooling with my dog
Yea we smoking up and stuffing up a raw
With my big homie serving dog food and glass and all
Feds steady breaking up this trap shit like Lara Croft
Nigga tried to play me like I'm Sony boy you Microsoft
Merk another beat though
Tell 'em bring me more shit
"Sheezy when your album dropping?"
Hold on, play my old shit
Friendly neighborhood fat nigga ain't for hoe shit
Never come for me 'cus we running up in yo' shit
Feel me?
Fucking talking on beef
Murder opps and grind for money
Hating niggas make me laugh
Bitch you Kevin Hart funny
Coughing up a lung from gas
Have me moving like a mummy
Doing nasty shit with my bitch let me lick all on her honey, woo!
And I like 'em BB-dub
Even chubby
Pet the pussy like a puppy beat it up If I can touch it, woo!
I'm guessing that's the reason why she love me
'Tis the season feeling jolly when I'm beating up her tummy, woo!
Came from the bottom out the dirt
Where it's muddy and that's major facts
And I put that on the Bunny
Yeah I'm chilling with some crackers where they favorite word is buddy
And I'm Getting to the money
Do my dance like I'm Puffy
And man I'm dealing 'em all
No I won't lose and no I won't fall
Standing ten toes down big facts above all
Toe tagging instrumentals yeah we murderers y'all
And that's on Fat Gawd baby!