Gross Video (MV)

I might tell a bitch, pull through, feel like a hotshot
Aaron probably making a move, it's not a long shot
I could have a bitch in her bag like it's a drive-thru
My mood, toggle depending she take her top off

Ride around the city whip pretty but not a drop top
Higher by the minute, the Honda turned to a hotbox
Fire in the booth every listen, you gotta call Sloth
If she really knew why I'm hittin', she'd probably call it off

Drawers on the floor and a condom full of hot sauce
Coke on the counter, but it's not mine though
She likes base, I run bases, face it
She throwing pussy, it's not my fault, I'll take it

Mom would hate what I'm saying
There's things I hang around with, I don't partake in
Take in the fact, the worlds for my taking
Take out the trash you jam too each day

The plan that we made, refresh the whole game
Keep MCs at bay, and out your rotation
I do not write shit to waste time
Trying to get mines, or die trying to make it

Love what I have, I just don't have enough of it
Run me a bag up and I'ma double it
They ain't got passion, their actions are troubling
Cashing a check, they don't know how to budget it

Pick up the slack and then I'm gonna run with it
New legislation, leave AB to govern it
I ain't been asking for much, but they panties in bunches
Assumptions, the money is coming in

Bout to get things off my chest, I'm lifting bars for reps
A bitch with large breasts, my back hurt
Carry the game, I get no rest
But I still ain't make a name, been scraping common cents/sense

Try and go and make a play, Shakespeare in a sense
Going HAM, LETting nobody pass
I'm on defense, on ten
In all of my raps, you light six

Turn Fantano to a fan, I bet he gon' like this
Why does every rapper who's flexing turn to a shipwreck
Maybe cause they spend it too quick and never invest
Me and all the bros on the way to clear a big check

You can call it incest, way that we been inbred
Aaron, that's gross
Bitch, don't bug me like an insect
You should just get in bed, hoe

Moaning til the morning, give her stiff neck
Lusting but don't love it regardless of what a kid said, though
Treat a hoe like a musket, I stick my rod in and bust it
I'm never trusting a motherf*cker

Who think they know it all when they really know nothing
It's no discussion, I'm so disgusted
By who you f*ck with, I'm so befuddled
You had a bag and you fumbled when it's knuckle to knuckle

You probably crumble like cookie
I'm rookie rapping like I'm a veteran
Blunt been doing push-ups I'm off of some strong medicine

I'm never too different
Except for rappers I'm better than
I was just a youngin', they said I'm the next you
Then I met Nox, I thought it was so true

Flatline careers, if I want they'd be old news
If he's a code red, I guess I'mma code blue, blue