NASTY

Look
Vaudeville villain is rapping again
You know I don't do no cap for no friends
Rackin up ends
I'm not gon dap your niggas, heard them coughing from back in the van
Word to my mans, I could be trapping cooking up the shit that was cracking your ma'am
So, instead, I'ma just spit like it was tobacco inside of my phlegm
Me I been rapping prolly my whole life
Wasn't this nice until I was in 9th
At that time, I wasn't much
You could say I was just a pocket knife
Now I'm a big choppa with a scope
I see a beat and I know I'ma blow
Straight to the dome, your lights get dimmer
I'm just getting bigger, go wish for some hope
I been that nigga since I was a youngin' if I'm the 4-0, she blew me like a trumpet
Asked if she liked me she said that it's nothin' she said
That this just a taste of the honey
I'm in the throat to be honest I love it but I know that once I'm in there I be bugging
But this not what we finna talk about, lemme just walk right out headed to another Subject
Woah
Am I nasty? All the shawties that I met real classy
And they come with a whole lotta ass, hear the clap from the stands when they walk Right past ya
And it's followed by the click of the heels, see the swish in the hip and she thick Goddamn
I just gotta thank god every day 'cause he know that, I ain't tryna be no daddy
I ain't tryna be no pappy
I'm the spittin' image of the family
Look at my mammy, DNA so strong my nut'll beat the shit up out a plan B
What is the plan? I'ma take over the game at some point and maybe get a grammy but Understand
I got a couple niggas who gon really be right on the stand with me
Whether it's Grammies or life or a knife to the neck they gon put on for me this the gang
Try to touch anybody on my side and I promise that somebody gon let it bang
Then I might hit your mother under covers, now inside your house they know me as the Man
This just my shit that I'm talking, don't sniff when you walk in 'cause I ain't finna flush a Thang
Woah
Am I nasty? All the shawties that I met real classy
And they come with a whole lotta ass, hear the clap from the stands when they walk Right past ya
And it's followed by the click of the heels, see the swish in the hip and she thick oddamn
I just gotta thank god every day 'cause he know that, I ain't tryna be no daddy
I like that