Off Da Bacc

Yeah, come on, nigga I'm the hardest youngin' out, nigga They can't f*ck with me Yeah, huh Today a different price, I'm not the same man as yesterday He on the gram, hip-shakin, niggas hella gay Yeah, he got designer clothes, I heard the belt was fake I'm in my bag, a chip is on my shoulder, but I'm better made That's some city shit, not from the D, then you won't get it My dukes said I couldn't get a buzz, but I did it Eatin' corned beef and fries with chili cheese, I'm from the mitten Paper on the floor, pass me the shovel, I can dig it My brother keep a nine, he tryna hurt the opposition They rappin' nonsense, tape ain't never made a penny It's back to I, it's only one I like I'm a minion Mathematics tryna add this paper up, I got the vision, nigga Huh, yeah, she got a pretty face, but let me see your toes Huh, nigga said he gettin' paid, well, let me see your roll Huh, I been ballin' on these niggas, I feel like Derozan That lil' bitch a yes man, cause she won't tell me no I'm tryna hit that pussy raw, baby, f*ck Trojans If you see me like a pic, I probably fucked on her No cap, I ain't ever seen an opp, then I ran up on him I called the bitch Rosa Parks, I just bust on her Murder mitten nigga, eastside to be exact Huh, give him five shots, then four extra Off the bacc Give me twenty bands and I can show you how to rap Throw me in the jungle, bitch, I'm bringin' tigers back to Mac I can out-rap a Taco Bell worker, nigga I'm listenin' to your tape, it got my head hurtin, nigga Huh, all this rappin' fake, he wouldn't dare murk a nigga I'm goin' donkey in this bitch like I got Ed Murphy with me, nigga