(Radio – Interlude)
We reporting live from the 9 double 0-5-9 with my ni**a
Jay Rock and this is WTOP Radio and I’m your host DJ Turn-Up
I don’t turn down nutting but my collar
I ain’t turning down no money
And I ain’t turning down no mothaf**king fade
Now bi**h if you’re pushing up the freak with your orangutan looking ass
Take some advice and bang SZA ya flat-foot bi**h
(Intro – SZA)
Itching for a climax lasting past 11:30
Do you got it like that, do you really got it like that?
Itching for a purpose, I can’t seem to scratch the surface
I ain’t got it like that, do I really got it like that?
You keep talking bout time, I got none
You can find me where
The sun don’t never end and the waves don’t part
You don’t pay enough of my rent, don’t start
I got big dreams and you got quick scheme to get rich quickly
And I don’t wanna waste another hour
Really need to take another shower
Dirty for you
(Verse 1 – Kendrick Lamar)
Big business, big booty bi**hes
Black on black Benz’s
Backing out the back to back my engine
Backpack with gats in it
Backflip my dollars and bend Impalas, my arm whistling
Palm flipping, middle finger
F**k y’all, I let it linger
Plush wall and marble floor
Ghetto commodore singing
Tours for my whores swinging
On my heart swore I pour plenty more semen
Or explore cunnilingus
Dummy tore through that boy for pointing fingers
Honey you’re a PS4, my game change seizes
And my name explain visas
I defame your name easy
We aim and keep squeezing
Bi**h my lane say no treason
My chains say no cubic, all y’all look stupid
Big dog, three phone call log stupid
I’m Chris Paul, West Coast, All-Star stupid
The mantra, the holy trinity, baby your sponsor
My concert and your facility
Via del Compton, and Watt’s finest
(Verse 2 – Jay Rock)
Now this that big shell fishscale
BMX on the ramp with the fishtail
Pegs on the front, we gon get there
We 4 deep at a swapmeet, don’t need a 5th wheel
This bi**h steal whoever if situations get real
This that fresh out the bounty, busting knuckles
Get buckled if you ever try to knock the hustle
Show your hands, watch how I shuffle no cuts
And show you why they hate more ni**as than Uncle Ruckus
Rolling up that boondock, some call it moon rock
Gotta keep that bass in my step, dope in a tube sock
Gotta do what I do to remain on
So all a ni**a need is good love when I come home
Cause the baby’s gotta eat, baby the rent’s been due lately
And I just caught a hot one, I ain’t tryna go too crazy
Fugazi, not me, me and my ni**as not sweet
Give you thug passion, how you walking around knock-kneed
I’m the silver bullet moving at top speed
Show you how to get it and get away with it scott free
