"Jackin For Beats" lyrics

Aye, Trigga
What up, Dream?
I know you been on this rap thing for a minute right?
Right
Can we show 'em the lyrics?
You think they're ready?
Can we show 'em the greatness?
Yeah
I'll handle the beats
Niggas ain't ready man
Holler at 'em

Ugh, a nigga never been as dope as me
Like my veins and my brain run on coca leafs
I say they're fly well they're fly, well, these niggas popery
Mind capacity as wide as the open sea
Put these niggas in their place where they're s'posed to be
Plus I get these bitches buck like gopher teeth

So respect it or check it, fuck your hypothesis
I'mma write the play no Socrates, pardon me, nobody alarmin' me
They all rap commonly as if they hold drugs like a pharmacy

Watch came up, what you wan' see?
I made the time change up, yeah quantum leap
And I'm still tryna figure where I wan' be

So many fish in the sea, life is vagina beach
I don't sleep much, paper thoughts waking me

Talkin' to a nigga like, trigga keep makin' me
They can't see me when they do I'm what they hate to see
I eat good, they just wan' salt shaker me

Bread on the rise, I ain't talkin' 'bout a bakery
Devils in disguise everywhere, yeah pray for me

Know you niggas pussy but get off my dick
And don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit
I ain't said nothing, I'm too busy fronting, ugh

Cruisin' down the street in my Benz-o, couple of freaks
Couple of hoes, I only met 'em all like a couple ago
Still I treat 'em like stacks, got a couple to blow

Nobody takin' nothin' from Songz except a loss
Nobody puttin' fear in my heart except for God
Competitors R.I.P., dead as a bitch, lyrics spit one hell of a clip

A.R. say that they're hard, leave 'em in graveyards
One big diamond, call a nigga base God, get it? Baseball
Don't know if they draw or they just trey stall

Number one to get the number two and then erase y'all
Grass cut fool, never lose where the snakes are
Motherfuck school, nigga never had a day job

Shout to all the niggas faced off with the Jacob
Fuck pool, on the corner pocket full of 8 balls

And fuck you nigga, I be droppin' napalm
And it's cool nigga gon' get yo hate on
Got a big dick and she gon' put her face on
Ass so big and the shit is like her waist, gone

Swingin' from a pole, pussy poppin' in the Bronx
Then I made it rain like the Cartegena Don
Do it so big they should call a nigga Pun
All I do is win, they should call a nigga won (Juan), ugh

Hol' up chula, I'm all about that loot
But I'll knock that boot, drop top that coup
Swoop, hoop (swish), miss that booth

If I don't R.I.P. that booth, then I don't know who do
I don't know, who you? Different city err day and I don't know you beau
I don't owe you beau, pro'ly know my crew

Get around like I came to the bar with a group to get wet
Respect the hoes that don't oppose to let me hold their necks in sex

And she sittin' right next to me
So I don't know why the girl keep textin' me
Talkin' 'bout she love me, forever thinkin' of me
Trust me, just come in the bathroom and fuck me

Wake up in the mornin' and my eyes all crusty ugh
She will and she still wan' touch me
But we gotta catch a flight, another show tonight
Say it gotta be wrong 'cause it felt so right when she bust it

Now she got a problem sayin' bye-bye
Tryna ask a nigga 'bout the Wi-Fi

She just wanna Skype, and I just wanna pipe
Was only one night, baby go back to ya life
Life, it's a gamble, we just roll dice
That shit'll be in shambles if you don't roll right

And you know how I get, couple side bets
Fuck is a entrée if you ain't got a side dish

Then dessert is what they're serving
Treating rappers like a server
Leave 'em murdered then deserted
You watchin', are you observing?

Nigga I'mma get mine and you know that I deserve that
Lemme hol' that, lemme hol' that

Yeah, lemme hol' that, lemme hol' that ... 2 woop