Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot (Let's get it on, come on, man, what we really talkin' 'bout here, man? Shit)

Shit

I see a hole when I look in yo' eyes, ain't down to ride (I ain't ridin')

To me, you just another homicide (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)

Huh, a dead man walkin', to his crib, we stalked 'em

We bidded on his life like a auction, ya dig?

Quick to split wigs since I quit the cigs (Ah)

Won't find love in hip-hop, you can ask lil' fibs (Go ask me)

My older cousin doin' time in the feds (I swear to God)

I got family members I haven't talked to in years (Bad)

Huh, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Ah)

I'm off the edge (Yeah)

Landed in a blood puddle where all the snakes lived (Ah)

I'm caged in

It feels like me baggin' up your work inside a Days Inn

Just to pay the day's rent, huh (I swear to God)

And I ain't never did no shit that never made sense (Not at all)

Stoney or the KM, the mob had us made men (Woo-hoo)

Wine bottles ageless, if you wanna hit us up, them pagers

Or look me up in them yellow pages (You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

On them yellow pages

Under the A-section, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

It may say, "ANKHLEJOHN" and shit

With a PayPal link, stop playin' with me

I need that bag

Vinyl Villain got me in my feelings

Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot

Hahahahahaha

I'm Malcolm X with the rifle in the window (Doot-doot-doot-doot)

**** gotta study what I do like CliffNotes (I swear to God)

She said, "funnel, take a big toke" (Woo), get yo' bitch choked

In missionary position and slid this dick in her (Mwuah)

I'm rockin' a fox like Vivica, zero fucks I'm givin' her (Oh)

Wanna work with me, but you ain't lit enough (Make a impact)

What's up with cats and all this litter stuff? (Fuck)

The way I talk it like literature, they waitin' for my signature (I swear to God)

I drop albums of the year, but you can finish up (Yeah)

I can't buy the Lambo truck yet, I ain't rich enough (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

The thought of that alone piss me off (I swear)

Like I ain't textin' back or I ain't returnin' no missin' calls (Not at all)

I used to have to clean piss in stalls (I swear to God)

Now I hit bad bitches back like, "Can you kiss me balls?" (Can you please?)

We can shoot or get the fist involved (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)

I don't even want it, man, it don't even matter

You got me in my feelings

Villain, what's up with you, man?

You got me feelin' like this, man

Spazzin' on these ****