Low

Rhyme with me ain't nobody ever better than the greater I see shit done and make it rain like the weather
I cop ma own styles and punch it in like Mayweather feeling turnt up ain't nothing like it
Drop it low, no clue, flow on top be the moon, make it rain on them hoe, run them beat like u bolt, feel the love in the booth. Live the day like you ghost, Let them hate, rise and glow, you know better
Who the fuck on the flow? Damn ma mic bouta blow. Man you ride or u die fuck you good now you dead. Peek a boo, ima a god, need a proof. Here we go. Keep you calm kill them all
Jenkins on the sound now in the club bout nine, grab a couple drinks gotchu feeling like u cloud 9. Niggas in the back go to bed while ma lines dire. Fuck your wild, cop a bar make it bounce
Ride round in that Bentley, pull up on them hoes gently
Going 90 in a 30 damn u niggas u can't see me now im riding Lamborghinis on this beat. I got a feeling that them niggas bouta catch up on ma heat and when they do motherfucking we gon ride with the heat
Ima fucking show these pussies ain't nobody left to beat. Ima wreck it, pop a pill on this muthafacking beat

Yeah hit up ma niggas we ride we work up the beast yeah
Got no time to hear yo shit I go wrecking these streets
Fuck yo doubts nigga ma mind gon fuck up ur beat
We gon pull up on these bars and hit till they fucking low
Pull on these muthafackas and hit till they fucking go low
Let's go back to the time in high school, Kaydice spitting out something that's cool. Honestly im going down when the gun shoots pow pow dope sounds just us in the hoods on stage two
When I put the beat around your ear you gotta scream Dre muthafacka. DJ pull up on Niagara ma flow wanna make a fall now yeah
First I wanna do a peace song, hommies on ma board got me thinking about the d zones. Hoping we gon get together and do something so fearsome. Well ain't about the money when the rap is all that matter cos im in ma zone. Man im sick of u telling me what I gotta do. Ain't no inception to this mayhem when im left to do it. Take a pill up on the beat, cork it up, face the crowd spill out peace and do yo thing man huh yeah. Ay T-pain for T-joy. No saints them words all decoy. Gone astray? No way, nobody sits on music when im about to hit my way. Nobody gets to lose me when im feeling all gay might say I'll take all pain away. No rap no me that's how we play. Now clap and dap we are coming straight up yeah
Yeah hit up ma niggas we ride we work up the beast yeah
Got no time to hear yo shit I go wrecking these streets
Fuck yo doubts nigga ma mind gon fuck up ur beat
We gon pull on these bars and hit till they fucking go low
Pull on these muthafackas and hit till they fucking go low
Feel the beat while I get to think about it
Nothings done pull up and get hittin bout it
You too small if you ain't dreaming bout it
Now it's up to me to do ma battle song. Lemme at the board starting from the top to every song. Niggas gonna nod. See me comin crushin in yo bars man I bet im gonna leave u in the bass of the song yeah
Now take it to the part where im about to get ya. See me with the club sorry just a minute. Got us in a pause feeling like u in the hall throwin monies like a boss tryna suck us in it. Yeah Im about to catch that feeling of killing all the haters tryna crush me and ma hommies going wild on a nigga tryna spit a couple flavours on it. Ima bring to your door ma rhymes on the beat, live in the street, mad in the streets, dope in my teeth, flow on flee, cope while u breathe. Dice on the mic
I guess I done fuck up on this beat tooo kaydice