Tuesday (feat. FrN/Ak)

I got a slim one with me call her Olive-oil when the spinach on me And I ain't Popeye, but I'll Pop pop if it's really on me Niggas can't hit what they Can't see, so I stick and move Ironically, I Uplift the crew, but I'm the anchor too My nigga race to the top, bet I beat you there Got the hood jumping like Meek in here I'm a singing nigga, with some dance moves, But a rapper first man I pinky-swear It's like a nigga brought the sand to the beach in here I'm 'bout to surf up on somebody bitch in here Got two fingers on the piece if it's beef in here And get it buck buck buck, like teeth in here Yeah I see why these niggas mad at me My bitch day-one, like Adam and Eve Started from the bottom, like Master P Now a nigga about to drop a masterpiece Imma rhyme, you don't got the right to speak Talent beat work when you nice as me (Nigga I) I'll kill a show off Jack and weed (Nigga I) With no resources and half the sleep Nigga I got more soul than a Kufi cap Little bit trying to get her sushi clapped Brown-skinned bitch and her coochie fat I'm 'bout to jump in that bitch like Jehoshaphat's I'm probably drunk than a bitch if I told you that I'm 'bout to dunk on you niggas like my height was Shaq I get the tux, I'm sharp as a good knife And colder than Suge Knight when he pulled up where Pac was at Yeah, rap well, look good, both of them Two girls, I want both of them She say she no like men Bitch I ball like open gym I was bummy 'cause I was grinding Bitches said I'm dirty, so I dressed more Now I'm flexing and it's starting to hurt So a nigga thinking I should stretch more, aye Yes, bitch I rap better than you That's on my worst day Niggas put they money on me Guess it's my birthday Known for shooting shots at you niggas I guess I'm Yuske And I been killing shit all week And it's just Tuesday I'm out here like your bitch with the yams I guess we percolate You cold and your girl faithful So y'all just perpetrate Bitch I don't take no days off And I ain't work today, so Try me and you gone catch a Weeks worth of this work today, bitch I don't even rap for the pussy Maybe a little cat Guess I must be better than I though Now where that pussy at I'm tighter than a momma mouth At the store with her little brat Touching shit and she be like "PUT. THAT. SHIT. BACK!", dog This bus ain't short enough to Put these niggas on it, since Stupid, dumb, crazy, and bullied is what you wanted You bet not jump on this beat Without going retarded, nigga You bet not jump on this beat Without going retarded Look, came out the womb Screaming and I'm still kicking Transformed a dead Beat into a meal-ticket I got a cougar bitch in Houston, she can still get it Turned fifty in December Still a spring chicken I hit a drought, called the Plug, said I'm pulling up Road trip, the car Smelling like I hit a skunk I asked God for Forgiveness as I live it up I heard a voice from the Sky like "is this what you want?" Roll the window Down so I can feel a breeze Let the Moon shine On me as I'm hitting trees The bouncer said can't touch the Strippers while they're on the pole I'm in that bitch smacking Ass like she hit a three See, I've been chiefing like the Legion of Zoom. Open the Door, all the Beta's, they be Leaving the room. I got a Couple rap bars that I been Eager to prove. I got the Juice, I got the sauce, I got the Seasoning too. You know the Name, you know I keep that Pepe le Pew. You hit This shit, believe you gone be Next to the Wu I backhand compliment you Just to show that I'm rude When I f*ck a rich bitch and leave Like them Guiseppe's a fool