Having Fun

Stinky, stinky, chinky

Teen in my hand, I went blank from not blinkin'

A beam on the forty, can you blame me for not thinkin'?

Mind gone, this is my throne

Forty pointers in the watch, I can't tell time wrong

Pourin' fives in the soda, bitch my mind gone

Yeah, you fly but we in a different timezone

Hittin' gates in Margielas is what I'm on

That Freddy Krueger strangle Judas with a python, I'm that rude

Boosie fade like I came from Baton Rouge, that too

Ten chains on, bitch my neck hurt, that cool

Shanaynay, Shanaynay, I'm 'bout to show you what this MAC do

Sheesh, all I wanted was the bankroll

Rob me, that's somethin' that you ain't doin'

Yeah, you got a pint of Hi-Tech, but it's Akorn, beat it

Shit, fuck all the homies if I could leave it up to Beaver

I put Buddha on my neck, I tried to leave it up to Jesus

Traphouse jumpin', you peep the snotty-nosed kids in here

Drakeo the Ruler, call me mister sneak an F and N

Hoes say "I'm heaven sent, I'm dope, I'm the man, man", ugh

Tired of bein' calm

Man you **** too old to be playin', you'll get hung

Come on bro, stop playin', yeah I'm the rapper with the gun

We aim for head then shoulders, you **** know you better run

Now please don't take this personal, I'm just a **** havin' fun

Tired of bein' calm

I'm 'bout to hop out and start smackin' shit

Slid in a Jasky, I am not these other rappers bitch

Mister fuckin' Mosely, everybody know I'm packin' steel

High on a beanstalk with Jack and Jill, that's rapper ill, ugh

Shit, if we beefin' let me know somethin'

Shoutout to Harvard, them my ****, they like to pour hundreds

Drakeo why you holdin' a draco, you 'bout to blow somethin'?

Broke ass **** that be hatin' but never throw money

In Bathing Ape head to toe, I'm fresh out the jungle

Shanaynay, Shanaynay, just shut down the royal rumble

Lost my muscle in a tussle and came back bustin'

Ain't 'bout to peace treat nothin', that ain't up for discussion

Let's be real, they already know the deal

'Cause if I hit Bambino, your brains be layin' in the field

Let's be real, they already know the deal

'Cause if I hit Bambino, your brains be layin' in the field, ugh

Tired of bein' calm

Man you **** too old to be playin', you'll get hung

Come on bro, stop playin', yeah I'm the rapper with the gun

We aim for head then shoulders, you **** know you better run

Now please don't take this personal, I'm just a **** havin' fun