[Slug]   It's summer, and I'm chillin on my steps with my little crew   Just like the videos, just like all the little rappers do   We voice love to the heads we know that walk past   Sunshine and smilin, Livin out of a shot glass   And I talk fast when it comes to girls   Hey baby I'm just a nut tryin to fuck a squirrel   Maybe we could shut the world up   Let some slug into your life   Suddenly she hypes an eyebrow up, like   "What do you mean?" and I start buggin like   "If I was to fallowed you home would you keep me   Would you feed me, would you pet me   Would I fuck you till your sleepy?"   She said I'm creepy, and walked off   Too late, I already got off on the fact you even stopped   You knew I'd treat you like an object   You knew I was a rapper, you knew it was the trend   For us rapper men to disrespect women infront of friends   Nonetheless; here comes that kid Sean that I used to be cool with   Went to school with, now this kid is talkin fool shit   Gettin supper touchy with his lips about   how I stuck his bitch supposedly   What the fuck is this supposed to be   Sean's got nuts, hes alone, I'm wit crew   Now tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do   I spew. Look (???) makes believers of cartoons   And I happen to know your bitch sleeps in until the afternoon   Honestly, my man, you don't bother me   Cause Everybody bleeds, now go and ask your seed who his father be      I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" (3x)      [Slug]   Now Sean kicked my ass, I ain't gonna lie, ain't gonna laugh   It wasnt fun, but fuck 'em, I'ma get my gun   Shit like that gets done in the world of rap   If they pushin on ya vibe, you just a pussy if it slides   So I sprint up three flights, Get into the feet whipe on the door   Draggin dirt and blood on the rug, and the wood floor   Couldn't believe my squad just stood there and watched   Word to God, this boy tellin me to blame it on my cock   I'm amped, and I'ma shoot every motherfucker out there   I'm ill, and I'm gonna prove that shit when I get back downstairs   Into the bedroom, my passion aimed at the closet   Visualizing the top shelf, thats where the shoebox is   I push the top up, enough to fit my hand in   Reach into the box in a frenzy, realizing that it's empty   Hand rests in the box, head festers in an open stun   Then I remember, I don't even own a gun      "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"   I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" (4x)   I'm like "What, What, What Kid What" (2x)   I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"   I'm like "What, What, What, What"      [Outro]      Writers Never Die (4x)