Black Acura

Show out for the girls and get your ass whipped (Uh)

On some 8th grade, right in  front of the class shit

You gon' try to test me but I'ma pass it

I'm a motherfucking genius and (Genius)

You in some bad shit

I step around a corner with my crewneck on (Crew neck on)

Hammer can't touch me, man I'm too hands on

(Too Hands on)

I don't know you man

We ain't never been to school together

We ain't ever shared weed

Bitches  or ate food, never

They say money never sleeps

Gotta have two hustles (Yeah)

Since I'm bagging duffles, I got ashy knuckles

Carry 'em to the bank, now I got big muscles

Man, I do my thing, I got fans in Brussels

Y'all think I made it, I'm just getting started

Man I'm just saying, that shit retarded

Y'all think I made it, I'm just getting started

Man I'm just saying, that shit retarded

I just got excited, man I almost farted

That's too much information, my bad, I'm sorry

We got syndication, our shit go hardest

And that's why she chose and that's why you losing

My ****, you garbage

Not to be harsh but fuck it

Your bitches look parched and busted

And I bet you be carpet munching

That shit we spark be skunking

That pepe le pew and you know we be repping the crew

Pac Div, you second to who?

Man, ain't nobody be checking for you

Must we remind again, must you rewind again?

I'm off three Heinekens, and this shit is effortless too

I done stepped on your shoes and spit in your face

Disrespected yo' bitch in your place

You still want a autograph?

Gimme a break, I'm sick and disgraced

These **** is fake, bitches is fake

Man, shit is just fake

I just stay to myself, I don't get in the way

Got bread to get, got head to get

Rap etiquette, don't edit this

Need evidence, been repping it

Ever since, bitch

Y'all think I made it, I'm just getting started

Man I'm just saying, that shit retarded

Y'all think I made it, I'm just getting started

Man I'm just saying, that shit retarded

We over faded in the function and we getting started

Shit, a **** blew three blunts before we finished parking

That OG'll make a nerd broad get retarded

A pretty bitch's dream, a freaky bitch's Mr. Marcus

Popping up for that revenue

Standing tall like I'm 7'2

You ain't cut from that same cloth

Hell nah, we ain't getting no checks with you

No, you can't get no checks me

Man, get these **** from next to me

Backstage drinking up the Yac

****, you ain't getting no text from me

Shit pull up, I can pump your breaks

That's dope boy shit, we pumping bass

Flex so hard my muscles ache

Stack that bread then tuck the safe

If it's game day, I quarterback

That's on me, them boys is back

All I know is that fly shit

Got pimp game on my boarding pass

Fuck what you talking about, I be making G's

Posted up in the parking lot dangling my keys

Fuck what you talking about, I was overseas

Posted up, polo down, catch me dangling my keys

Yeah

If you try, you'll find I'm rhyming in some Iverson's'

In the ocean, riding dolphins, grab'em by the fin

Uh, yeah bitch I'm ten feet tall

Bunch of hoes playing with my beach balls

The money in the way

I don't see y'all

Finally making paper legal

Bitch, I'm flyer than a seagull

Fresh as fuck, that's by default

I hit Schoolboy Q to borrow bucket hats

Why you talking little homie, go and run a lap

Fuck that shit, I been ether

Have these bitches running like a gym teacher

So you can go and do a hundred drills

Twenty years old with a couple mill

It's nothing, I'ma go for more

Just became a wizard, bitch I'm Okafor

Same shit you been told before

These some raps out the fucking baking soda drawer

Yeah, I spit that crack, bitch

Mac Div

Uh