The winner is Black Boy Matt
When I'm out of town, I be trippin', I be on one
Huh
Why you takin' pictures in that lamp? He don't own one
Shades on my face, not the yard, these are chrome ones
He say he a rapper, I ain't never heard his song once
Fuckin' with my son, I shoot a nigga dome up
Everybody started actin' weird when I glowed up
If I get a deal, I get the match paper
When I argue with my girls, it's in that essay
I rap and listen when I'm chillin', I'm arrested
I'm tryna kick it with your horn bein' messy
Niggas hatin' on me cause I turn my sign up
Littered in these niggas and he ain't even turn one
But listen, yo, my crush, I only wear the fur ones
He say he got a plaque, but he ain't even deserve one
Yeah, I * a bitch, but that my friend, though
Pull her in a beam and I know Ben's ho
Freak hoe actin' like an angel
She want to take a trip out to Keiko
Came in with the bros and we stayed there
Honey, race today, yeah, this ain't fair
Yeah, I hit your hoe and I had pink hair
Went from my home and I got pink shoes
Pink hair
When I'm out of town, I drop 50 like I'm cold
I don't watch the meditators cause I'm always rockin' cold
Five forever, bitch, only number that I know
I'ma wear the five until I die for stars on my toes
They hate me cause I'm rich, but they love when I was punk
But let's see, I can trip, so I'm fuckin' around and bought a stove
When I'm out of town, I be trippin', I be on one
Why you takin' pictures in that lamp? Here, I'm on one
Shades on my face, I'm on one
He say he a rapper, I ain't never heard his song once
Fuckin' with my son, I shoot a nigga doma
Everybody started actin' weird when I glowed up
I'ma be trippin', I be on one
I'ma be trippin', I be on one