Excuse Me

Yeah

Dale Earnhardt, I been fuckin' up the road

Smell like car parts, I been fuckin' up the stove

I smell pussy, I been fuckin' on some hoes

I seen my **** change when that money hit the floor, ay

You tell me, am I rapping or it's real?

All my beef, is they nappin' or they dead?

My phone beep, think it's tappin' from the feds

All eyes on me, bitch, I'ma traffic till I'm dead

Lil' East side ****, plug for Y-O down the burt

You won't come up short long as you put the clio first

Kentucky straight, we gon' see about Ohio first

'Fore I rapped my first verse, I had my middle school at work

Found out my bitch was chillin' with this other ****

I've been cheatin' for some months, I'm still fuckin' with her

Right amount of notes, get a e-way of this coke

In that water, I'ma float, slide a E like through the snow

Wrist screamin' blow me, .40 screamin' shoot me

I did a million views, all the rats said I was bougie

**** screamin' get a bag, that's because of us

And we ain't seein' eye to eye 'cause you ain't touched enough, ****

I got that way with that chopper, ****

You hits the lottery and the snake is on my collar, ****

I can stop and give praise, I ain't stoppin', ****

'Cause I done lived out the dreams of a lot of ****

Excuse me, ****

Don't be starin' at this jewelry, ****

I'm kind of stiff 'cause the tool is stickin'

Before I leave, I be done blew a ****

Don't be stupid, ****

Excuse me, bitch

Is you gon' stare or is you gon' choose a dick?

I'm tryna fuck, I ain't the coolest, bitch

So don't be sayin' that I'm rude and shit

Lil' stupid bitch

Dale Earnhardt, I been fuckin' up the road

Smell like car parts, I been fuckin' up the stove

I smell pussy, I been fuckin' on some hoes

I seen my **** change when that money hit the floor, ay

You tell me, am I rapping or it's real?

All my beef, is they nappin' or they dead?

My phone beep, think it's tappin' from the feds

All eyes on me, bitch, I'ma traffic till I'm dead

I had three out of every five bitches in Detroit

Enough about these broke hoes, y'all get the point

What you need? Hit me up, I deliver, boy

I make the Blues move from Lexington to Livernois

Golden son chillin', Gary cool, I ain't loiterin'

Shit ain't on the floor, gotta chop it up, order this

Pull up on Shawn, you want a pound of the noisiest

See you slide down, hundred rounds, you ain't avoidin' them

Lawyer money stashed, I'm so ready for that

Rocks too big for a razor, it's machetes for that

Moo told me, these **** way better at rap

How some **** take your shit then sell you it back, bitch?

Hella love from them crackheads

Hit you with that chopper, you don't die, bitch,  you better act dead

Hella love when them packs in

You ain't got a job, call me up and get a bag in

Excuse me, ****

Don't be starin' at this jewelry, ****

I'm kind of stiff 'cause the tool is stickin'

Before I leave, I be done blew a ****

Don't be stupid, ****

Excuse me, bitch

Is you gon' stare or is you gon' choose a dick?

I'm tryna fuck, I ain't the coolest, bitch

So don't be sayin' that I'm rude and shit

Lil' stupid bitch

Dale Earnhardt, I been fuckin' up the road

Smell like car parts, I been fuckin' up the stove

I smell pussy, I been fuckin' on some hoes

I seen my **** change when that money hit the floor, ay

You tell me, am I rapping or it's real?

All my beef, is they nappin' or they dead?

My phone beep, think it's tappin' from the feds

All eyes on me, bitch, I'ma traffic till I'm dead