Hook
Everybody hoopin’ it’s the middle of the summer
Chicken on the grill, grab a plate and gon come up
Grab a couple freezies from the lady on the corner
Invite a hundred chicks tell ya girl she’ll wanna

Cause everybody beating on the table spitting rhymes
Everybody beating on the table spittin’ rhymes
Everybody beating on the table spittin’ rhymes
Everybody, everybody spittin’ rhymes

Verse 1
I went from trying to get a hit, to rap’s bambino
I spiced up the flow, spittin’ jalapeños
Ugh, and then I’m hungry like Pacino
I ball like Kareem and Hakeem, I got a dream yo
Yo, and I ain’t Quentin Tarantino
No bloody rap drama, no shooting up casinos
No, I ain’t rappin’ bout kilos
I don’t leave you with no companion of Lilo
No, I’m just chewing maraschinos
With a Pilipino chillin’ out in Reno
Cause the game’s got cerebral
Problems and my words therapeutic like chemo
I got that mean flow acidic like amino
An anabolic flow, know I’m building up the team yo
I go hard, I’m Petrino, Marino
I spit till these labels find me like Nemo
D.C. birthed like emo
This is my building, they a gazebo
Post chorus, they nothing like neutrinos
And I’m a tyrannosaurus, they Dino

Hook

Verse 2
Ay can I kick it to the crowd for a minute?
And make they face sour like they just ate a lemon
Uh, I got lemon in the water that I’m sippin’
And I spittin’ so hard like Monte Kiffin
But they don’t see the difference
They just see flow, they don’t see my inference
Cause I’m giving ‘em lines they need three times
Dudes tryin’ to catch it like can you press rewind?
Cause he rhyme with the best Muhammed
Ali rapaholic, I’m in tune with this knowledge
I abolish all these cats acting brolic
I’ma Dracula rapper and they don’t got garlic
So raw its, its proof
Killing tracks in the booth call me Rae Carruth
I am the truth, now let get up in my niche world
I got sweeter 16’s than a rich girl
But this verse is 20
So my flow leave you with a bad tummy
Like who you know leave ‘em like damn you a leader
And my rhymes are tight like a brand new beater

Hook

Verse 3
Can I lace this beat if I don’t got a shoe on?
But I’ma beast, I’ma get my zoo on
And I’m fly, they tryin’ to get they shoo on
I spit lightning; can I get my Zeus on?
I’m a fighter, I get my Ron Zook on
If it’s impossible, I get my Tom Cruise on
Till they say, they need to put you on
Right now, like reverse w-on
Uh, that’s hot and they lukewarm
I don’t need bread but I’d take a few croutons
To be fresh with a Bush looking suit on
To go out and get my bush looking suit on
They don’t get it, I gotta move on
A chick named Ally here, can I get my oop on
In a Yukon maybe with the roof gone
But damn, I got a wagon with the roof on
But you could eat free, I got a coupon
And you could bring your friends, they could get they Sheryl Swoops on
Uh and I ain’t talking bout they hoop on
Ponder that, I just got my smooth on