I say f** it
They sayin' really we ain't havin' it, nah
I'm like you don't know the half of it
And if you standing stupid waiting for an ovation
Well then b**h, Imma have to clap at ya, bam
Damn, I hope that you could walk it off
It's really a shame that you can't duck down a little faster
Now you on ya knees like ya bowin' to a master but
This ain't slavery, nah
You ain't sh** to me, nah
You ain't piss to me, uh uh
You ain't spit to me, nah
Your b**h? Well, she can s** a dick for me
If I get it up for that old dirty dirty
I give her no presents, money or concern
On 7-Eleven cause she can have a cold Slurpee
Straight line of d** and money, honey, that's no curvin'
There's no swervin'
I'm so certain
It's so careless
For any lane who ain't with this sh** is so urgent
Let me help you out, I here take it serious
That's why when I spit this sick sh** it will make you furious, but stop
Let me take you to a new dip
Through the woods and glitter that's the place where you can find it, hooah
Lyin' in this new spot
Someone scared as hell, taped up
That's no not gon' wait
How you make police a call and
How they track your phone when it's laying there in pieces brah?
Hah, I'm laughing cause I know I got a funny fact
I wanna see your face once realize that you ain't coming back, oh
I'm so much colder than snowcaps
And if that global warming sh** is real I still won't go bad, yeah
And then that sound from that right hand
Make you think of Rubble's daughter's friend
That's Bamm-Bamm
And now lemme get some final thoughts (yeah)
f** it I take you to the water trough (damn)
I'm no good, nig'
I'm so hood rich
I so shouldn't
I so wouldn't
What the f** is this?
I really--f** is this?