Wrong Way

[Verse 1] Unh! I'm just trying to get it all day, nigga Till you biting ass niggas hope your jaw break, nigga My music, my music's alright, nigga So don't egg me on like an omelet, nigga Gun in my hand... looking at the 9' like I'm eight, nigga Thinking bitches love me for my ambition But really they just love me for my wallet (Wale), nigga That's my motto like quasi, nigga Got haters on my entrée, nigga, I'm that nigga Stay with a Jay like 'Yonce, nigga Rap, I was born to do this like Ozzay, nigga Your girl want to give me her hot cakes, nigga I met her at a soiree, nigga Might bust on her hot face, nigga If her pussy bald then she might get ate out like John Kate, nigga I be anywhere a pen and a pad is Such a motherfucker I probably got kids who don't know who they dad is Well, I guess my name is Beez You better get that shit down to a tee like you saying it backwards Stay in your lane or get hit by this traffic Man enough with the blabberin', back to stuntin' I'm fly, I smoke, shit, I must be a dragon All about my money, yeah, I stay Mr. Krabs-in' I go hard, let's get that shit established Pull up in a big body whip, it's your ass again A trunk got 12s like 6th grade classes Dropping shit easy like I just ate laxatives I eat rappers, I just ate half of 'em The shit I write go hard on accident My pin game, one word, nigga: insane My flow could be cleaner if I had time to vacuum it (Had time to vacuum it [3x]) [Verse2] Man, I swear to God, I could do this all day, nigga My EP, did you peep it? It's the (shh!) like trying to keep a secret Yes, I curse like a fucking sailor, I don't give a fuck, my nigga Just bleep it! Suck my bleep, you mother-bleepers tweaking Don't like my language? Blame my teacher! (I ain't got no class, I be in the hallways, nigga! I'm just trying to make it up to God game, nigga!) Okay, nigga Before I start punching like prom dates, nigga Just know that all I do is win, so I don't know what an L is Except Monte, nigga Save your games for the arcades, nigga I ain't no chef, but I sauté niggas Let's be real like Ray Charles' fingers I ball, I ball like Chauncey Billups Mood Ontario, I'm finna kill 'em 219's in the motherfucking building My money's stacked to the motherfucking rafters LOL if you thought I was about to say "ceiling." LOL if you thought I accept your forgiving LOL at the people like, "Dude, stop spitting!" Then what the fuck I'm a do all day, nigga? Look at your bum ass all day, nigga?! I hate niggas, everything false through they teeth I hate ninjas; I'm not me when I rap cause I hates niggas Just kidding. Just fucking kidding. Just motherfucking kidding, nigga Funny how this lame nigga spark our interest, flipping out like a gymnast Goddamn, who is this?! Sit on Google all day, nigga You'll see my music kills like Broadway, nigga [Outro] (Ay, my nigga, where you going? Ay, where you going? Ay?!) Wrong way, nigga