Oh No - mike.

It’s Mike Stud, homie

UHYUP

If you ain’t know I’m 'bout to blow

Like a motherfuckin' sinus is

My green is fuckin' doublin', homie

I ain’t talkin' Ireland, I’m wylin'

Go so hard, I’m violent

Wear emotions on my fuckin' sleeve like a violin

Catch me on an island

Darrelle Revis, feel my penis

There you go, that scary flow

He’s comin' back around just like a Merry-Go

I’m better than ever with every letter

And headed for cheddar and ever so clever with every endeavor

Ahead of the lever you better remember the fuckin' name

I’m havin' a lot of fun, competition, nada son

When everybody fucks with you, it’s hard to be monogamous

Ridin' 'round in luxury, sorry you can’t come with me

But shit gets extra shady when you underneath the money tree

So keep your friends around, drivin' Benzes now, I’m trendin' now

Yeah that’s Twitter, but there is one thing to remember

That nobody gives a fuck about your followers

Cause half the dudes with more than me could never go as hard as this

And we do this every day

Every time I come around now, this is what they say

They like oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh oh, oh no

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no

She said I should take her home

Well frankly baby, I’ll be happy to

Cause everytime I’m passin' through I’m packin' clubs like caddies do

I’m driven like an avenue, these girls are freaky

Heard my CD, now when they meet me they try and DC like the capital

That means they tryin' to see my D

I got dimes like CP3

My life is like a DVD, yeah it’s like a movie

I’m like Clooney to these younger chicks

I’m in charge like the government

I’m frankly on some other shit, so suck my dick, UHYUP

Now, none of these guys is rappin' facts

I ain’t about that, they can have it back

Bastards swackin', lackin' passion

Dudes is lyin', Matthew Stafford

I am dapper, so they hate

I make what they hope to make

My nickname is navigation, I know the way, I’m over weight

No I’m not, my pockets is

Humble but I’m confident

Losing’s not an option, bitch

Catch me with the hottest chick

Drinks is cold like hockey sticks

Then I hit it, I don’t fuckin' kick it, no

Cause I ain’t with that soccer shit

Bang, one shot to your brain

Now I think I’m done, mayne

Drivin' home drunk but I stay in my lane

Puttin' in work 'till I make my name

No it’s not a secret I’m keepin'

I’m just beastin' went deep in, I’ll keep it

I’ve been sweatin' just like Keith did

'till I’m on Seacrest on some G shit

In the studio I’m schemin'

While everybody’s sleepin'

Only time I ever leave is when I’m booked up for an event

And when I get to that event, I’m just drinkin' till I’m too dazed, weekend