Now, ain't no motherf**er get a feature on this
Coz ain't no motherf**er gettin' crazy like this
Coz a motherf**ing b**h ain't get no f**ing chances
b**hes gotta step their game up if they want spittin' with Nick
But there ain't no evidence that they can do it like this
Or a hit a hit so far up in the sky, no I never ever miss
Dick is swingin' that way and I'll send it spinnin' this way
A f**ing metaphor for my album, it is called Pinkspray
I was bumpin' it just now, it's ba** makin' my tits shake
Ain't no superba**, this ain't another mixtape
Only rap album everybody's eyes is fixated on
Gonorrhea, I'm a sh** on you, head on
This is that, this is that, I gets crazy, aw!
When I gets spitting, I gets crazy
Hanging on the Billboard, I gets lazy
I gets lessy when I gets lady
I'm serving you b**hes, I gets gravy
Ying-yang, I gets love, I gets hate, me
I understand that I gets baby
Coz b**hes wanna come under my name lately
But yeah I birth the kids, I gets eight, I gets eighty
Wait, let me check, I gets John, I gets Katy
Maybe I put on my I get shady
I gets slimming, I rhyme insanely
Shoot by like the stars, I get BOB, I gets Hayley
I'ma shoot, where the ISAB? In the booth, my drive gets crazy
Therefore my mic gets crazy, spit 'til your mind gets hazy, ugh!