Lose The Number

I'ma son I'ma brother, I'ma crazy mother fucker
But I always keep it street I was raised in the gutter
If I hit a bad bitch then I prolly won't use no rubber
Then I go home to my chick like hoe that's it lose the number

I'ma man I'ma winner but a natural born sinner
I ain't prey more like predator and far from a pretender
Tryna find a lil slut who gone eat me up for dinner
Doing mad illegal shit just to gain some legal tender
The boy hot no toy shop my whole job collecting figures
But no matter how you stack it all them crackers see it niggas
Half you rappers turned to strippers, I'ma bastard with the triggers
That mean son of a gun, I'ma hazard and I clip ya
I'ma rapper I'ma writer I'ma lover I'ma fighter
I'ma hustler and a fucker I'ma smoker where's the lighter
Ricky bout to gas up, what I use to fuel this fire
Shorty got her ass up and it's striped just like a tiger
Their great but it's too late
On the second date a nigga might flake
Hit it from the back just to see it shake
Gone throw it back digging in the crates
Their great but it's too late
On the second date a nigga might flake
Hit it from the back just to see it shake
Gone throw it back digging in the crates aye

I'ma son I'ma brother, I'ma crazy mother fucker
But I always keep it street I was raised in the gutter
If I hit a bad bitch then I prolly won't use no rubber
Then I go home to my chick like hoe that's it lose the number