Wack 2 Wack

[Verse 1] Aw man, this cracker tryna call the drip a dance He tryna steal the flavor but he can't This nigga got a pussy in his pants I don't want to hear I'm picking on this nigga again I knew the first day we met that we could never be friends Cause you a motherfucking bitch, you a clown ass actor The type to be on Bad Girls Club and Supernatural Casting call ass nigga your whole life is fake Your name Aubrey in the six, they ain't call you Drake You been wanting to be a rapper but that shit was wack Dropped some songs that didn't work so you had to act Nickelodeon ass nigga, coachin' ass nigga You ain't black, you a fucking Cambodian ass nigga Degrassi got cut and put your life on hold So you came to H Town to start riding that pole Old geek ass nigga like "What is that, syrup?" At Treasures spending your money on these bitches, little perv And I ain't talking bout dancers, you was paying for pussy I was pimping so I knew about that shit, little rookie Started living in the city, seeing how we livin' Seeing how the flavor is, seeing how we spillin' Thinking I'm in H town, what a good feeling Yeah it's cool to show love but it's different when you're stealing Yeah bitch nigga, you wanna be be like the Twins Drip sauce on stage and splash on your friends Be born in the H and break a bitch for ends But you was too busy fucking Jhonni Blaze bare skin Uhhh, but he got that hot dick Tried to keep it secret but Lil Blaze had them hot lips We know you ain't a gangster so we gon leave out them chopsticks Boy you so weak, I could kill you with a drop kick Go Muhammad Ali on 'em What kinda man let another man pee on him? You kissed Madonna after everybody peed on her I tried to let it go but now I gotta squeeze on 'em [Hook] You got rich off stealing flavor, boy You wack to wack Wack, wack to wack You got rich off stealing flavor, boy You wack to wack Wack, wack to wack [Verse 2] Damn, creators turned impersonators You got a whole ghost writer handing you the paper What happened to the rap game built off of greatness Now-a-days this shit built off of fakeness Since when is it cool to use steroids Ain' that the same reason they shook Lance Armstrong Ain't that the reason Barry Bonds' hall of fame gone And y'all tryna say that this nigga's a rap god Nah lil bitch, you a rap fraud You used to draw Digimons and Pokemons And draw lil dicks on the paper, you super bad Nigga you was tryna steal Sauce, you super sad And your bitch stiffer than you, she'll whoop your ass Don't piss off Serena before she turn you to Tina And don't forget Drake, you know how this really goes When you was in Houston, I pulled up at Del Frisco's With them shooters with me and y'all was real nervous I came to the dinner table, real urgent That whole weekend, I had you around the city sneaking You missed about three shows that weekend [Outro] And now you done started some bullshit I tried to let 'em make it But this Flavor is dripped Naw, you can't take it This ain't about how rich we is This how much of a bitch you is See you been stealing Houston and H Town culture You been being a culture vulture But now you wanna take it as far as drip Ahh, naw But now, it's on