[Intro] My name ring bells like ring-a-ling; they mad even when I don't sing a thing Say I'm a man, 'cause I dress tomboy; well, go ahead, s** my ding-a-ling If not, then, b**h, get lost; I ain't here just to get you off I'm droppin' somethin' heavy, like I just lifted Ricky Ross I'm this-that; white trash Been hearin' all this riff-raff, been hearin' all this chit-chat I've been workin', while you sit back I don't give a damn where your head's at, like what you sayin', so step back You really think I'm sittin' here, cryin' like, "I can't believe that they said." Yo, hell no Get a grip, that sh** don't phase me a little bit G-E-T-G-O-N-E; that's "get gone" if you illiterate 'Cause I ain't got no time, I'm always on my grind My resume' speaks for itself; I could make it as a mime Uh, okay; you used to blow me off Then, that changed; you wanna' know me, ha Mad, 'cause now I'm comin' up You ain't with me, bro; you dumb as f** I can't help that I'm hot right now; you water down, you rub it up I'm the sh**; bubble guts I make 'em jump; double dutch I stay 50 plus 50, yo; go ahead, sum it up No chill, benzos; that's my MO Industry won't let me in, no love; friend zone I'm just doin' me, I'm out here tryin' to make a name If you try to put me in a box, I'm bound to break the frame