Who Said It?

My left stroke just went viral/
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral/
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note/
It's levels to it, you and I know, b*tch, be humble

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy/
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti/
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better/
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater/
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails/
Oh hell, there he go again talking that sh*t

I met this little girlie, her hair was kinda curly/
Went to her house and bust her out, I had to leave real early/
These girls are really sleazy, all they just say is please me/
Or spend some time and rock a rhyme, I said "It's not that easy"

Me and my family moved in our apartment complex/
A gate with the serial code was put up next/
They claim that this community is so drug free/
But it don't look that way to me

You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state/
Man on the moon, got a condo out in space/
Open up your legs, tell me how it taste/
And them n*ggas talking sh*t so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face"

I cock my penis back just like a 2020 rifle/
Wake up, eat, beat my meat, n*gga that's my cycle/
N*ggas mad cause they b*tch awaited my arrival/
Hos on my d*ck cause I'm the booty gang disciple

I was selling bricks since high school/
Foreign whip rider when I slide through/
But I don't sell dog food/
Fill out your application, come to brick school

I got the mouthpiece of a ventriloquist/
When I'm talking business, I barely move my lips/
I don't want no suckers and counterfeits in my mix/
I don't want them around me, I don't need 'em/
If you find a real one like me, tell 'em I want to meet 'em

Gotta get that paper baby, gotta get that cake/
Cop a black Lamborghini, put gold on the plates/
Gone to the beach, sand at my feet/
R1 one wheel hanging off the seat

I was a hitta for a dopeboy/
Play crazy yeah you know boy/
I'm in the hood with the doors up/
N*gga I ain't never froze up

F*ck a snitch, I'm tryna get cash/
Used to skip class so I could sling hash/
now I bring back O.G. rap/
while ya'll n*ggas just been trash

I make in a week what you make in a year/
Eight figure n*gga, so let that be clear/
I captain you n*ggas, please let me steer/
For hope for your n*ggas, and that shit is weird

I got to educate you brothers/
If the b*tch won't give up the play, f*ck her/
Move along to the next trick/
See I'm the type of n*gga tell a ho "suck d*ck"

So on the balcony or in the tub/
On the plane join the Mile High Club/
From the club to the bathroom stall/
Whenever we'll hook up she ain't wearin no drawers