Yeah-yeah, what's up, Don?
(That's the Kronic, you don't need more)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Uh, bullets come at me but fuck it I'm quick, I dodge it
She just a dirty lil' bitch, I got it
I ain't even talk or say shit, she excited
Talkin' that shit, but you ain't really 'bout it
I pull up on you and you softer than pollen
Niggas can't stop me, got God in my body
Niggas can't stop me, got God in my- (hold on, hold on, huh)
Hold on, I was on stage and I left, got 'em shocked like taser
I can not fuck with these bitches, they danger
Can't believe I fuck around, tried to save her
I done fucked up and switched up on myself, thought I'm only 'bout the paper
Might fuck the shit out of her, I won't date her
Whole lot of drip on me, don't gotta say it (DJ Kronic Beats)
I gotta get me a Smith, no Jaden (brr)
Just for these pussy boys bitchin' and hatin' (brr, brra)
Trap out the window, gon' need me some clay
Turn up so much almost fell off the stage
Boy you can't find me, I'm gone, I'm away
Just for the "Yeah" niggas gotta pay (bah)
Sippin' on somethin' that make me feel bolder
I got a jacket on, meanin' I'm colder
I used to sit in the corner, be quiet, but now
I pull up and I do what I wanna
I don't give a shit bitch I'm ready to die
If you want the beef, I pull up with a saucer (yeah)
Uh, bullets come at me but fuck it I'm quick, I dodge it
She just a dirty lil' bitch, I got it
I ain't even talk or say shit, she excited
Talkin' that shit, but you ain't really 'bout it
I pull up on you and you softer than pollen (uh-huh)
Niggas can't stop me, got God in my body
Niggas can't stop me, got God in my-
You got a problem, well tell me we'll sort it out
I'm with my people, they look like my bodyguards
Heart gettin' colder but fuck it I'll slime it out
Knife in my back, but I felt it and pulled it out
Take a step back, when I walk onto your turf
Clean as fuck, I took a shower in surf
Runnin' to the cheque, I swear my knees kinda hurt
I'm the fuckin' GOAT, when I die, take the fur (shit, shit, shit, shit), yeah
I ain't even next, I am the present (shit, shit)
C-c-count up the deads, count up the legends
Cut lookin' fresh, shout out to Legends
I wasn't even the talk of the town when they wanted me dead, that shit could happen
Done chasin' bitches, I'd rather go chase the bag instead
Fuck it, I stack it up (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Uh, bullets come at me but fuck it I'm quick, I dodge it
She just a dirty lil' bitch, I got it
I ain't even talk or say shit, she excited
Talkin' that shit, but you ain't really 'bout it
I pull up on you and you softer than pollen (uh-huh)
Niggas can't stop me, got God in my body
Niggas can't stop me, got God in my-
