[Intro: TUT]
Hey, hey Tiggi
I'm gone do this one like we used to
Ya know, freestyle, no hook
Robby Fresh in the building
But f** that, now I'm a start
[Verse 1: TUT]
Oh, salutation b**hes
It's the same n***a, ain't sh** changed
My Goodwoods stay dangling, them sh**s soundin' like chump change
I mingling with her, and, if I ain't really feeling on girl game
I take her back for something else, they call this sh** the store exchange
And I'm taking what's mine, like I'm at an airport at baggage claim
Flying, House be the team b**h, now what game she tryna play
We was somewhere in the forest, with them b**hes foreign, that Alizée
And they so exquisite, they saying sh** like, lets drink this weed and smoke this drank
Whiling out with Robby Fresh, she cranky, she can't even text
Playing 2k on the game-set, shorty talking sh** what you expect?
While Zay at home having bu*t-s**, and I get a text from this chick I met
Talking bout she tryna chill for a little bit, I'm thinking [?]
I said okay, you can come through
She gave me head, it was kinda cool
She told me that I had good dick
I said girl you said a whole mouthful
I lost her number and forgot her name
New year ain't sh** changed
I know I'm wrong, I'm a crying shame
But tell me ya'll ain't forget the name
It's that introduction and you need it
I don't think so, but just in case though
I go by the name of Kevin Adams
My flow is random, I'm pretty handsome
I'm ten-toes down like open sandals
I really like to think I'm too hot to handle
Cause hoes give me something like f**ing samples
And I just tried em' all like f**ing [?]
Cause I'm straightforward like my name was Randal
Fire on wax, I'm a f**ing candle
Can't beat TUT, I'm off the f**ing handle
I keep gettin' high like a f**ing trampoling
Machine, you a f**ing apple
And me I'm a Mac like my f**ing Apple
I keep making hits like a f**ing tackle
And I got the golden ticket like a f**ing raffle
Let them n***as talk I don't care about the jibber-jabber
sh** I rather make this cake, where the f**ing batter?
Ain't nobody safe in a room full of daggers and a hand of backstabber, we'll all be Casper, ghost
Hiding in the plane f** riding, coach
Right now I'm really on this pot, roast
And I don't mean to brag but, n***a I'm the sh** and I'm pretty, GOAT