SUPER SAIYAN (feat. Victrell I Am)

I don't give a fuck about myself
Look, I ain't shit, I ain't never gon' be shit
And you less of a man than me, so soon as I decide that you ain't gon' be shit
POW!

Oh yeah, I needed that, ain't gon' lie
Mm, mmm, uh, look, okay (Ooh, Sav killed it)
Had to write it down 'cause I ain't feel like free-styling
She said it's too long, goddamn my meat wildin'
My cousin and I be DJ'ing while I'm rolling in a skating rink
Pussy stink, I might still hit it, I forgot to think
Don't blink or you might miss at scorin' to the top
Nigga brought his sis over, she talkin' 'bout I'm very hot (what, what, what)
Love, thanks a lot, you gave me a topic I can rap about (huh, okay)
Another route, I'm gettin' to that cheese, I brought a hunnid out (a hunnid out)
My brother from the other side of the USA
Even if twelve ask questions, he ain't got shit to say
Put my money all down my arm, you can't see the tats
Lil bitch, I'm just tryna fuck with no strings attached (lil bitch)

Lil bitch, I'm just tryna fuck and no I'm not yo' mans
I been rolling with them pin heads and ain't no dirty dans
I know she a fan, she keep tryna get up in my pants
Don't even go to school, yeah I met the ho right at the dance
I met her at the dance, made her get that act right
Took her to the back room, she blew me like a bag pipe
Gotta get that backend, I gotta get that cash right
Lil Farii trapped out for a year to see just what that cash like
Just like a robbery, stick 'em up, I gotta get the bag
Got the lil ho tryna call me baby, now she call me Dad
She listen to Drake, she said that I'm the best she ever had
My bro he got that clip, that 33-round, that's extended mags
Nigga talking shit, took off my mask then I coughed on 'em
He ain't pay the electric bill, like some lights, I went off on 'em (ahh!)
One to the head, one in the hole, playing golf on 'em (ahh!)
One to his head, like the fuck the plug, I Randolph on 'em (ahhh!)

Talking 'bout I'm wild cause I say what I fuckin' do
High five climbing up the ranks and it was out the blue
Who said that you can rap like this, bitch I told myself
I don't put no trust in no bitch, I can jerk myself
Nicknamed the Red Sea, I don't parting legs
Smoking in the Za cause I almost died off the meds
Staying out of trouble up in school cause I ain't clashing heads
Let me chill out, put it in the cup, coming off them bands
Watch me pull up on a nigga like I'm Freddy Krueger
He ain't want the problems cause my Hanes holding up the Ruger
I can be a tutor if you tryna learn how to rap
But I'ma need that bag 'fore you leave, bitch that's no cap
Or you can just bring yo' baby momma, I'm blowing out her back
Lil ho from the south side got caught up in the tracks
If you told me time, don't be late, I'm tryna bring a stack
Bring a hunnid back, I gotta take a trip but I forgot to pack

Baby Len riding with that yoppa, bitch it got a stock
These niggas be phony as the fuck, no they don't got no opps
Bitch I'm from that boot, that 318, we knocking off his top
Slapped him in his shit, I call him Chris the way he getting rocked
I ain't gotta cap up on the net lil bitch I'm really 'bout it
I can tell a shooter from a faker, he ain't really 'bout it
I know niggas envy me, I'm MVP, ain't gotta copy
I ain't tryna fight, I up the sco', no I ain't fucking Rocky

On gang
Nigga ain't tryna fight, nigga I up this big bitch on yo' ass