Big Bad Wolf

I'ma just say this shit right here

The greatest mixtape series of all time

Care to debate me?

Uh-uh-uh-mmm

Yea, I thought so

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep that shit on Twitter

Y'all ain't lit, y'all litter

Keep that shit in your shitter

Or eat that shit, don't spit up (Rrr!)

Keep my bad bitch did up

Keep my main bitch, put up

Watchin' me do push-ups

She was playin' with herself and I looked up (Damn!)

Your thot need to get her look up

You plottin' on me, my foot up

Your squad ain't hard, that's cushion

That ain't sauce, that's puddin'

Tunechi across her bosom, damn!

Shootin' up the jurors, damn!

Don't name my pistol

I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push 'em (Bam!)

Y'all just pussy, get buried together and let 'em play footsie

Y'all just wussy

I got some bullets, gon' pull up in hoodies and come take a look-see

Better play hooky

I got some hookers hookin' up with some politicans

And some athletes and some college niggas

Send your missus on all kind of missions

I'm the sickest nigga skippin' doctors visits

But my pots is pissy, smokin' hockey sticky

Put a stockin' on my face and hit a lick in'

When shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky

I don't fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Micky

I don't fuck with cops, that's the piggly wiggly

Fuck my bitch's friends, and they friendly-friendly

While your bitch givin' me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D's

Wendy's, Denny's like she tired of Macy's

JC Penny's, I got bitches gettin' tired of spendin', spend it

If we winnin', win it

I know Dream Chasers that ain't never dreamt it

So I had to tint it and I had to rim it

And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny

It's the Blood gang, it's the money gang

Red rags to riches, need happy endings

Then it's back to business and we laugh at sentencin'

Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses

Hungry artists or starvin' artists in the kitchen

Restaurant and cafeterias

Don't make a difference if you taste the difference

Better pay the difference to the racketeers

Now your good luck lookin' like you crackin' mirrors

Now the artificial become sacrificial

That's a body count, where the mathematician?

Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples?

With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle

With a throat deep enough to land a missile

If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions

Tell him two cents is only half a nickel

Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillows

Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles

And I catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu

Throwin' pool parties, she don't have a swimsuit

Neither of her friends do, I think that's official

Got my neighbor's eyes bigger than the Simpson's

And I'm magnificent so I had to pimp her

And she had potential but he lacked credentials

So give me a sec', I'll go at your neck

And send you back lookin' like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!)

Yeah, cannibalism goin' animalistic in a land of civilians

These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons

Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia

When she left her thong, that's paraphernalia

Sound familiar? My plug's Sicilian

He the one who told me that sometimes you gotta leave ya la familia

Behind the millions

Rhyme or reason

I'm the reason, got they eyes wide but too blind to see it

With friends like those

It make me text all my enemies and tell 'em I don't need 'em

Hallelujah, power intruders

Bitch walk around my house like Hooters

Towel user, power user

Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan

Niggas talkin' out their bowel movers

Turn they homies into flower choosers

Turn your kids into father choosers

Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar

I'm a silent shooter with a silent shooter

Clap at you, if you don't die, I'll boo ya

Tell a doc that's tryna to save your life and runnin' wires through you

He could die next to ya (Rrr!)

I'ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter

Let her partner shoot it

We pull out the movie, win awards

She got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty

Niggas prostitutin', these rappers ain't talkin' 'bout shit

Not even 'bout pollution

Ain't got a house to live in, ain't got a pool to swim in

Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it

In route to Houston with a contribution full of Monster juices

Monster too slow, macho Cujo macho mucho

Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!)

I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo

Just follow the kupo and I know that you know

I'm hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl

I'm out of my loophole, you outta the loop, though

Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode

The power to do so, my pockets is sumo

Gettin' the mula by the minuto

Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno

Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo

Fuck with me, I go Lolapaloozo

Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull up

(Pah, pah, pah)

Sound like a symphony or Opera, tudo

Hittin' some new notes

And I am the maestro and you just a typo

Private flight, don't fly in too low

I'm wiser than you know, a private school flow

I got me a new ho and now it's a duo

One went to college and one went to juco

I had to ask 'em, what's four plus two though? (Rrr!)