Текст песни
Hol' up, uh, back on my bullshit, I'm packin' a full clip
I'm triggered, bitch,
get back 'fore I pull it and let it rip, uh (woo!)
Hit you off from the hip-up, my Glock, it don't hiccup
You better get a grip and don't slip up (yeah!) (ah!)
Now put your hands where my eyes can see
Like it's a stick up (yeah!)
Make one false move, you gettin' lit up (brr!)
'Cause I don't give a fuck like Bishop (no!)
I'm crazy like a redneck in a pickup (c'mon!)
Shit get ugly like Chauncey Billups (word!)
Hol' up, lemme fill up my cup with some fine wine
Your bitch wanna fuck, all I gotta do is find time
Said I just really want that Einstein (yeah!)
But fuck it, watch her throw it back
Like a Thursday on my timeline (woo!)
Swear I'm so out of my mind (word!)
The only one of my kind (c'mon!)
Between me and you is a fine-line
I sell rhymes like dimes and leave MFs doomed (doomed!)
Since my first tunes, I've been raisin' hell from the tombs (tombs!)
Look, I'm gettin' hotter every June (yeah!)
You say you with the smoke?
Well, I'm with the heavy fumes (c'mon!)
You got goons, I got goons (yeah!)
Everybody got goons, question is: Do you got the Cojóns?
You niggas coons that really need to stop the buffoonery
'Fore I take it back on them
Start snatchin' they jewelry (gimme that!)
You niggas talk tough but that shit don't be foolin' me (no!)
Fuck around and this verse gon' be in your eulogy
This the type the of shit I do usually (ha!)
I move indubitably
And put these words together so beautifully (c'mon!)
While I beat the beat up so brutally (uh huh!)
Like cops in my community abusin' diplomatic immunity (psh!)
Said I'm soon to be the greatest in your top five (yeah!)
'Cause when I drop, watch the rest drop just like flies (yeah!)
They be shook when a nigga like me on the rise (yeah!)
'Cause I ain't afraid to look a
lyin' king up in his eyes, nigga, what‽