(feat. Vice Versa)





Yea. 203 where you at baby, Hempstead holla! I'm nice.



[Verse 1:]

Yo, I'm a out do you, don't know what I'd do to

You... Bitch I'm cookoo

Only white boy at private school rockin' Fubu

Spitting flames like a dragon homie call me Mushou

Like Yogi leave you with a Boo Boo, from punches and kicks

You'll catch a pummelin' now tell me who fucking with this

I'm runnin' this shit with my troublesome clique

Won't stop till I'm drowning in a puddle of spit

Pussy tends to come my way, call me cat nip

A fuckin' bull mastiff, hit em with a kick make em backflip

This is madness, drunk and chuggin' a forty

Writing in my Notebook but this isn't a love story

Grimier than N.O.R.E. but I stay with cream

Leaving you lost like Oceanic Flight 815

Real mean, when I get up on the mic and shred it

No copy, paste, or edit, I'm nice so don't sweat it



[Chorus: Vice Versa]

And you know that I'm a rider boy

So try the boy

I'll spit flames and fry ya boy

So ayyy

I'm a out do you bitches [x2]

And ya know I'm spittin' fire boy

Retire boy

Cause I'm a level higher boy

So ayyy

I'm a out do you bitches [x2]



[Verse 2:]

I make a point like Uncle Sam, stay puffin' grams

Drunk as fuck with my red solo cup in hand

You better fuckin' scram, cause I am back bitch

Bout to be blowing up like an inflatable mattress

Not one to mess with, cleaner than antiseptic

Check it, before this verbal tek makes your chest split

I'm blessed, A plus, five stars with a check bitch

Something like Borat, cause "You will never get this! "

Yes it's Vindictive stay blazin' the herb

Pockets full of more trees than a nature reserve

Oh word? The illest in the two-oh-third

So fuck what you heard, I'm kicking em to the curb

With words illy cause everything I write you felt

Until I'm rocking a gold medal like Michael Phelps

I'm a keep swimming laps around you, raps surround you

Out do you in things that I don't even know how to



[Chorus]



[Bridge: Vice Versa]

And I'm doing my thang, doing my thang (Yea, holla)

Coming back around like a boomerang (Like a boomerang bitch)

And you know, you know (You already know)

That I'm the one y'all can't touch (Can't touch)

Never stop rapping till I'm rockin' handcuffs (Till I'm locked up)

I'm dope, I'm dope (I'm dope as a muh fucker)

And I hold it down, holdin' it down (Hold it down)

First rapper reppin' a suburban town (Suburbs!)

I flow, it shows (God damn right)

Don't got a gun, but you gotta run (Yea)

Cause stepping to me, your gunna get out done

You know

(Webby) Cause I'm nice and you mother fuckers know, baby