YO U AINT READY YEAH YO
while i spit these hot rhymes i do the harlem shake
i can see right through u nigga u just a big fake
while u sell weed in da hood ima blow up in fame
i can tell u were fake u had to go and steal my name
nigga u mad cause i got more girls than u
u only had 1 i beat u by havin just 2
im an r&b singer a rappa and a dj
if u get another girl she'll have beard like freeway
u beatin me its weird like britney and madona
u lame nigga u even try to pimp ur momma
remember me i taught ur girl how to drive a stick
u can bend down touch ur toes and suck this dick
my moneys like paper its stackable
i wouldnt be supprise if ur dick was attachable
my nigga yellin in my ear i think i heard em
my prediction is ull probably die a virgin
when u see tv ull see me with security
him beatin is like bowwow goin trough puberty
i know im saved and the devil cant save
i dont freestyle for free
fuck u nigga just pay me 