The Disco

[Verse]
About to pour a four with my por favors
Ten strains in the Backwood, this that smorgasbord
One hit'll have your ass gone, this that chloroform
At the [?] with the strap, posted in the corridor
Strobe light on the chop, I'll turn this bitch to the disco
Told the fiends come shop, you can't get this at the dispo'
I don't gotta floss for you to know that I'm big bro
I got more sauce than you in my big toe
Irene need the beans and I ain't talking pinto
Danny said I should put my money in crypto
But I'm with Dutch Master, sipping muddy Calypsos
Real fiend, he'll pour the mud up in some Crisco
I let the stick go bam like I chill with the Flintstones
Shower for a hour then I met the plug at Fishbone's
When I'm with a ho you know I crack it like a wishbone
Fucking hoes in the telly, bumping "Thug Song" by Sisqó
Told her hit me with the buns and miss me with the oral
I don't ever lose my gun but I can't find my morals
Lost your mind over some 'bows? Where I come from, that's normal
9 Mile, I'm chilling, 1900, I'm formal
She wanna be my baby, she couldn't even be my boofer
I'm a banker and a rapper, last year I was a roofer
Shut the fuck up, you ain't nothing but a moocher
I cut up on beats, told Danny give this bitch a suture
I'll tear the roof off this bitch, call me "Buster Keaton"
Let a ham go against me? That's another buster beaten
Talking bitter on these beats but everything I touch, I sweeten
These fingers go to work, I don't ever do no tweeting
Stop the song to hit my 'Wood then told Danny bring the beat in
Rest my head in the 'burbs but I ride with them cretins
Sandy passed the fuck out but this ain't no place to sleep in
Percs took my fiend to Heaven, he don't know about no deacons
They don't know about my actions, I don't know about my reasons
Switching seasons, if my track ain't hot then it's freezing
Big yop will turn a opp shirt red like Wil Wheaton
Unc' don't got no job on the books but he still eating
I'll kick a lame out the spot like I don't know no square
Take a bitch to the crib and touch her no-no square
My hoes be cutting into me like, "Don't go nowhere"
I ain't coming to your show, it's a bunch of homos there
They love me and they hate me, that's the cost of being clever
Could you catch me lacking? Never
Every time I drop a song they say that bitch is pressure
Bro was a diamond in the rough, we turned his ass to buried treasure
They ask me how I do it but really it's lemon squeezy
This past year I been talking so greasy
It's got me feeling like Ye, who's gon' be my Medici?
I just chugged four lines, now I'm walking like Sneezy