Letras
See, I've been doing this rap shit for years, why the fuck would I hang up the towel
Been paving the way for these rappers around my way for a while
So now I'm back with the intention to burn this bitch to the ground
Set atop my throne, made of bones of those who apposed my sinister style
That's right, I'm back, at it like Lazarus, I rose from the grave
Here to take another crack at it, ravenous, haven't eaten in days
I'm starving like Marvin so pardon my manners if I offend
But unless you part of my squadron, you a target my friend
This ain't no unity, that's lunacy
Y'all foolish for thinking we could ever be bros before hoes
Nah, bitch, you need to rethink it
Because my stature is that of a man that you can't comprehend
So if you ain't fucking with me or my team it's off with your head (No No)
No witnesses, that's the motto
Fuck your bitcheses, give um' the ganzo pranto
Sick with it, but if she spit, she gonna need a poncho for my gelato Hancho (Woooo)
Yall ain't got a goddamn clue, better check my steeze
Going nowhere fast, strapped for the cash, so you better give me all that cheese
What's up
Whoa, that's a whole lotta dope shit
Not a little, but a whole lotta dope shit
Ooh they want that dope shit
Yeah they want that dope shit
Oh my God, that's a whole lotta dope shit
Yeah, that's a whole lotta dope shit
Not a little, but a whole lotta dope shit
Ooh they want that dope shit
Yeah they want that dope shit
Oh my God, that's a whole lotta dope shit
Y'all thought that I was retired
Well, I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm back and I'm wildly focused
Whole lot of that dope shit, flow so explosive
Insanely ferocious, so y'all better notice
When I hit the stage, I give this shit my everything, every time
Energy is infinitely evergreen
Most ain't on my pedigree, reaching heights they'll never see
And if they want some beef, they can eat a bowl of extremities
I'm just so nasty with it
Quarantine, it don't got me focused
With this gas, I'm spitting
I'm ever lasting listen
Better ask your missus
Had her skin on tense and tingly like she acid tripping
Flatulent when I rip beats
I'm a bully with the raps, you a pip squeak
If you really gotta ask, you can miss me
With the tough talk, I'ma open up a can of whoop-ass, you'll mince meat (Woooo)
Yall ain't got a goddamn clue, better run that back
Going nowhere fast, strapped for the cash, so you know I gotta spit that crack
And they was like
Whoa, that's a whole lotta dope shit
Not a little, but a whole lotta dope shit
Ooh they want that dope shit
Yeah they want that dope shit
Oh my God, that's a whole lotta dope shit
Yeah, that's a whole lotta dope shit
Not a little, but a whole lotta dope shit
Ooh they want that dope shit
Yeah they want that dope shit
Oh my God, that's a whole lotta dope shit
(Haha)Ayy, that shit right there (That shit right there)
Ayy, that shit right there
That's some supercalifragilisticexpialidocious