The Waldorf

[Intro]
(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)

[Verse]
Just signed me a little deal, now I'm a certified rapper
Whenever I read a book I blow a 'Wood on each chapter
I hit hoes from the back and dance like Certified Trapper
I shot the blick so much I went and broke the extractor
How you feeling like the man but you ain't even a factor?
My name carry so much weight, you couldn't move it with a tractor
You can call me what you want but don't call me a actor
When I grab the blick I [?], you take L's like the Raptors
Tryna get done on mе? Break a leg like Paul Gеorge
Everything you do today wouldn't add up to my chores
You never even had a girl, for me it's hoes galore
I'm winning by a landslide, you can go and peep the score
I'm flying in the boat with the sticks but these ain't ores
I fill my plug's pockets and I fill my opps' drawers
You wanna get up in the spot but we ain't giving out no tours
This [?] I'm like, "What's it so small for?"
I'm quick to tell a girl that I'm the wrong one to fall for
If you don't wanna get on all fours, what you call for?
This is casa de la Sweet, not the Waldorf
But if you wanna hit me with them cheeks then I'm all yours
I got more guns than a fudd, I'm known for blowing crud
I use it by the P, I heard you use it by the bud
Your ass be looking like a scrub, I'm looking closer to a stud
I'll treat a bitch like some dirt, I bet she stick around like mud
Tough love in my circle, I don't hang out with no [?]
That's why your ass is twenty with the brains of a toddler
The ladies love T 'cause I'm sweet like some cobbler
Leave me alone with a girl? I bet I turn her to a gobbler
If you ever looked at my girl, this shit will get ugly quick
I wouldn't even touch your bitch 'cause she got hit with the ugly stick
I beat hoes doonies down, I'm never on a snuggly tip
Asking me to cuff? That's just a good way to bug me quick
I watched Jefe poured some lines, it was roughly six
Glock 26 on my hip, it's a lovely blick
Up the blick on me? I'll turn your arm to a nubby stick
My clique been hitting licks like we were all a bunch of chubby chicks
Getting over on Sweet sounds like the plot to a sitcom
So many sticks in the crib you'd think I live in a wigwam
Got that bomb on me like I converted to Islam
Well, bitch, I'm plugged on the 'Woods, you can call me "Paul Bunyan"
I call the chop "Logan", this bitch'll bloom your onion
When I step up in the spot the hoes know that I'm that one man
'Cause all my guns got extensions and every pop got a sun tan
Every track I touch is gold, something like I'm Midas
I'm tryna build a dynasty like Flavian and Titus
Talking dirty on this bitch but I don't got no gingivitis
.300 Blackout, don't get hit with Leonidas
They hated it but now they love my ethnic persuasion
Every time I hit the mic it's a momentous occasion
If it ain't about money then leave it out the equation
My team's skilled in running fades, your team's skilled in evasion
The bag's heavy like I'm Dame Dot, the chop'll make a train stop
The buffs came with J.A.R.V.I.S., you would think that I had aimbot
I'm always talking dumb, all my words'll make your brain rot
So many sticks up in the spot you would think I work for GameStop