Episode 19

[Produced by Cartier Jones] [Verse 1: Scuzz] I could get used to this Yeah, Dreamer Steppin' out of BX Fuck around, cut ya down like a V neck Never been a fuck boy All I did was never give a fuck boy, fuck boy Too strong that Altoid, pretty boy swag, I'm so Floyd Money machine that green bot, looking like that Android Teabaggin' these hoes, so hot that I'm gone Bad bitches so wet, couple of them start droolin' man Swaggin' up and I'm coolin', guns cap and I'm zoomin' Money talks I'll translate, I speak this shit so fluent Cash back that wrist spit, Euros all in my accent My writing look like Valentine, my lips speak and I'm so rich I parachute in her pants, hammertime that clit Lovin' that Big Daddy Kane, now she ass stuck to that dick Man I'm blowin' weed, she blowin' me, on that dandelion type shit Got that Golden gun in my clique, so that's why you talk about [?] Me and Golden [?] my clique, look like an outgoin' new bitch Faded, gone like Houdini all in my piff And them handcuffed new J's, she ain't even breakin' out Got them chickens on that syrup, syrup like a Waffle House Help me get this shit straight Killed this shit and this ain't even on a mixtape Paperboys, my niggas is ridin' out On bikes, sellin' dope, call that shit a paper route Blow clouds, what I inhale like motels on that Doubletree Evergreen, y'all keep the tumble weeds And overall I'm over all like dungarees, sixteen ain't shit to a nigga's pedigree Yeah we croppers up, three choppas up Blowin' clouds you can't see us through the silence Think you golden need protection out the condom talkin' [?], we accept like a fuckin' column now Bitches on the nuts wanna pay Day Have a nigga turnin' us, [?] vanilla hoes, crunchy sluts [??], even better, recognize these gold diggers To them pussies you gold liquor, breath smellin' like cat liter Hard liquor yeah cap it, son, hard liquor, make her cum Covered her butt, glaze that ass, that's what I call a honeybun Yeah, so how I leave these hoes Man I just make them squirt cause semen tells The face where she 'bout, cause that bird goin' South Tell her act like where she gassed 'til that pussy gettin' crashed nigga No nickels, straight dimes That's flippin' the digits and bitches rode mine My mind's a gold mine with land mines and you're blind And drunk, walkin' a straight line, shoes are untied Psychic said I'd be a legend just in due time So who the fuck am I to say that she's just lyin' They molding Cassius like Clay to Ali So I float like a Uzi and I sting sub-machine nigga It's Scuzz, Dreamer, BX [Verse 2: Bakko] Yo, it's your girl Bakko Seven colors, clearly faded Let's get it, Jack Thriller Call A&E to intervene cause I'm sicker than a dope fiend with slow dreams But I flow quicker than your whole team Blow smoke cause I go green, mood indigo then I go slow and sweet I don't mean codeine, big dreams at sixteen or better yet I'll make the mic Wetter than umbrellas in some shit weather Sick and clever, a bitch been ill since forever Hidden treasure, that exotic shit A tight grip, nice hips, got the chronic lit So hypnotic with the hollowness As hollow as a bitch with a hollow twist I'm spittin' hollow shit [??] when a bitch spit Gasoline on my lips with the match lit That classic, never wack shit I'm spittin' fire as high as the Messiah I'm spittin' fire as high as the Messiah Make a role with desire I call it ego rappin' when you bluffin' and yappin' about shit that never happened You need a smackin' cause you need to quit actin' and truly lackin' what you kick grasp is That you wack bitch I'mma have you collaspin' Graspin' to breathe, askin' to leave In the meantime I unleash my dopeness Have you hopeless B-A-K-K-O I'm heavy and raw like Makavelli in awe And all the scrap bitches with claws give them scars I'm so high I'm on Mars I'm seein' stars 16orBetter, bitch wetter than a Maserati We gettin' ladi-dadi And I'm freestylin' off the dome tip Don't give a fuck if you don't blow it Yeah, Bakko I-T-S-B-A-K-K-O Instagram follow me, shout out to 16orBetter [Verse 3: Moeschino] I'm so New York I had to wear the snapback I don't fuck with the Knicks but I rep where I'm at The swag is rich legacy I'm always in the banks like I'm fuckin' on Hilary Bar for bar, y'all niggas ain't fuckin' with me Better off singing on stage cause you RnB And I'm your girl's favorite rapper and it's so simple To have her legs wide open like the Jordan symbol I fuck bitches in pairs and make 'em hit the sour And make 'em both go down like the Twin Towers My bro Lil' got the sour shit, it's insane You smoke reggie since you piffin' in the airplane My bars go over your head just like airplanes, ohhh man I heard somebody gotta bring New York back, but that's what I'mma do Cause I'm a blueprint, and my bars is illmatic too So let a nigga diss me, your boy goin' in I'mma turn "u" upside down to see you n Get it, we gon' see you end Never get a ring in my city, you Pat Ewing You wanna start beefin' that'll be a mistake Cause the shit the lawyer carries, it'll be a brief case You think I'm talkin' 'bout law nigga, what you thought? I don't mean writin' a ticket when you getting caught My niggas play no games like kids with no systems They don't play no games like kids with no systems Speakin' of systems, I can take your girl, ahk And I'll be the new nigga playin' with your Xbox I fucked her so good she couldn't walk the same I nicknamed her Katrina and brought her a cane They say Moe getting hoes, man it's nonsense I get long neck from these birds like an ostrich Fake niggas, hatin' on a grand scale I ain't major but my lifestyle is real And I don't fuck with these clowns, I never liked the circus Like we drivin' in that Ford, ya boy stay focused Stay in your lane, they tried to cut me off on purpose But like Kevin I love, I got power to move forward Get it, Kevin Love, he's a power forward But fuckin' wants to be hot, niggas all for it This rap game is ridiculous It take a nigga like Kendrick to make rappers spit real lyrics But it don't matter to me Cause when I spit I make bitches jump like a car with a bad battery In my hood niggas will grill you like a George Foreman And pop you out while you in your hood, Trayvon Martin And I'm a fly nigga, and your bitch is on it Shorty gave he head in the rain, I called it rain stormin' Cause I was thinkin' 'bout the bread while I caught the head Gotta show you niggas how to be players like Uncle Fred Ohh you mad your bitch moved on to the next She packed up and left, now you a Fed Ex Lettin' niggas knowin' these open letters Your bitch asked to give me head, I told her, open then I let her It's Moeschino, niggas know I'm that nigga You can see the star in my eyes, I'm not a Jack Thriller Ya heard? [Verse 4: Ikabod Krane] This is molly music, this is heart race This is backpage.com, no car dates This is learn to switch your license and your license plates Sippin' lime margaritas on a open [?] case Balmains on the Margielas Givenchy jacket for the harsh weather Big buckle Ferragamo, fuck a [?] racist You cookin' up crack, had this on your playlist Marshall Law and FEMA camps Young nigga, hundred blizzies with the Visa stamp In and out Seattle like a super sonic I Utah Jazzed 'em in Salt Lake Had to double back up in Arizona, but like the Phoenix I rose from the ashes Gucci shit on, I think I'll wear it to my casket, on some stack shit Here we go again like Gwop City I don't drink soda but brought some pops with me Nigga icy on the wrist But that's just a little trick I play to watch how you capture shit Hockey store like my living room, it's the relationship I seen niggas lose their morals over vanity, to them I'm on some spacey shit Like, I'mma hit your phone boy I come through four door six, equipped with chrome toy All red, white guts nigga, like I'm wipin' cuts Stich niggas up, stop the bleedin' Stop the blood clot lies, this is not your season Suffocate fake rappers stop breathin' Asphyxiate from my choke, Dock sneakers on By Marc Jacob like I'm sailing on a boat In an all white party, [??], [?] [Outro: Jack Thriller] Woah, woah! 16orBetter nigga Hey, tune in every god damn Monday and Friday, 16orBetter Me and the 16orBetter girls It's going down man Hey, I'mma see you all in a couple days, boom!