I'm laughin' my motherfuckin' ass off Y'all actin' like I only make sad songs

I'm on top of my shit, bitch, ayy, King Kong Bump this shit back and forth like it's fuckin

Ping pong I bet you shorty like the way I sing songs

I'm in your city, bitch, ayy, ding dong I don't think they ready for me to

Pop off I don't think they ready for me to pop off

Ayy, shoot one bullet and get three headshots Ayy, I'm feelin' like dead shot, yeah

Will Smith and Wesson, who the fuck you testin? Best count your blessings

I ain't confessin' until I'm in church confessions Now pay attention, if I die, may I be resurrected, bitch

Shit, oh shit, there they go Get on them motherfuckers, shoot them motherfuckers, kill them, kill them

Bouta hit you with a switch, pop, pop, pop made his body twitch

Put your man six feet in a ditch, ha, ha, ha, keep laughin, bitch

Talk shit, get hit, best not get caught lackin' Or you're done in this, bitch, bitch, don't take that fuckin' risk

Your powers are weak, old man, you can't win this If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine