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[Verse]
They say I’m arrogant, I act very cocky (Ric Flair)
All this chicken in my pants, call it teriyaki (Sub way)
That nigga mad ‘cause his wife gave me sloppy toppy (Huh?)
All that tough shit gon’ get his head painted like Tekashi (69)
My bitch think she bad so I call her Rocky (Bad)
My other bitch think she gangster, I call her Molly (Break)
Get ‘em both in the bed, make ‘em both ride me (Like that)
Get to beatin’ on their body, I’m Hardcore Holly (Haha)
I sell drugs, get you higher than Whitney and Bobby (On God)
Fiends hit it once, got ‘em out here doin’ the Ricky Bobby
My city yelling Detroit vs. Everybody
I don’t fuck with everybody here so that don't apply me
If it ain’t gang, I’m anti-social (21 Savage)
Bowls in the mail, FedEx, I’m goin’ postal (FedEx)
Call you in a minute when I get mobile (Hold up)
My [?] let me move it out the Boost Mobile (Good lookin')
Hit me on my Metro, don’t call the T-Mobile (No)
I’m tryna make it out the hood, you wanna stay local (Dumbass)
These Cartier lenses, not no bifocals (Huh?)
Beat a nigga ass for talking crazy out his vocals (1, 2, 3)
But nowadays, niggas like to press charges
Before I even use my hands, hit ‘em with the carbon [?]
The softest nigga in the crew the one who act hardest (On God)
Message to your management: I’ma kill your artist [?]
Lookin’ for a plug like my phone died (Where he at?)
You call niggas up for guns, I got my own iron
I’m one step from on ten, ‘cause I’m on nine (Almost there nigga)
Green lightin’ on his head, that mean it’s go time (Go get'em)
You ain’t no Super Saiyan, boy you ain’t no Gohan (You a bitch)
I’m good in yo’ hood, you could cosign
These Maison Margiela’s not no Cole Haan’s
Twenty-seven gang, bitch we want mo' time
Berry Gordy even probably know
We don’t wait ’til Halloween to turn a nigga to a ghost (Duh)
I don’t beef with rap niggas, I come to yo’ show
Watch what you post, got em scared to promote
Married to the game, shit we been got eloped
Chillin’ with a bunch of crip niggas, them my locs
I’m cool with some blood niggas too, them my folks
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout spades, niggas know I’m cutthroat
Ba-ba-bag after bag like I’m carryin’ luggage
I get the weight off me quick like I’m Jennifer Hudson
Bitch you know I claim the west like I’m Kim K husband (Huh?)
I’m a African-American, my bitch is a Russian (Woo)
Walmart to Walmart, send that now (I need it)
Cashier flirting with me while she count that out (Okay now)
I got some hoes on my roster, wanna cuss me out
‘Cause I bust on they face and wouldn’t give ‘em a towel (Haha)
Shit, got my reader-writer with me and it’s bluetooth (Oh shit now)
I’m tryna be a scam god guru (On God)
Nah I ain’t Safaree, but my bitch look like Juju
Yo’ wife in my dm’s, she tryna offer up that coo-coo (You better get her)
My ex text my phone saying “Do you”
I been did you, I wanna do yo’ homegirl, too (Tell her call)
Bitch, I’m a real nigga, Bishop Tutu
I’m paid in full now like Ace Boogie and Lulu (Pain in)
I’m wet as fuck, waterboy, Bobby Boucher (Bitch)
I don’t drip sauce, I’m different, I drip Kool-Aid (Woo)
My French bitch said I ain’t shit, I told her “touché” (Touché)
Run up on me, knock yo’ wig off like a toupee (Boom boom)
I drink Henny, I ain’t fuckin’ with no D’ussé
I drunk a fifth yesterday and today
Bought two k’s and I ain’t talkin’ bout the hoop game
Call me Arrogant Ass Artez, that’s my new name (Triple A)