Some dudes be bitches, always talkin' shit Yeah, I been workin', bout to run this shit

Yeah, if you hatin' then it's fuck you then Yeah, yeah, yeah

Woah, tell the truth like I'm Paul Pierce When I talk shit, they be all ears

John Wilkes booth, I kill sixteens Goddamn, the kid so mean

Had eight hoes, no octagon I Just pop out like a Bakugan

They don't even know what time I'm on Man, they get pressed when I'm in the zone

Fuck your defense, you can't guard this I'm a marksman or a Martian

Fuck a top ten, I'm top option Best in the room when I walk in

All eyes on me like Pac, bitch If you don't want smoke, then don't talk shit

I go to work, I'm clocked in Pass you bitches, John Stockton

Pass the rock, then watch this It can get dark like a goth bitch

No relaxin and no Rolex I can't sit and just watch shit

She with my wood like Rocket Let's get it crackin' like omelets

Like Harry Potter in his newspaper, how I get this

Daily profit, yeah, my potential got no ceilings I don't care about a hoe feelings

Only care about a nice livin', yeah, I go hard all nine innings

Got my mind on a couple millions Fuck what they on, I'm about my business

I drop records, like I work for Guinness I'm just glad that y'all here to witness

Like smino group, I got no fatigue Dudes is funny like Jeff Teague

Lately, man, I been a different beast Swear I'm ballin' now in a different league

On a different speed for the last week Fuck what you want, got what you need

My paper long and I got receipts on cloud nine like I'm smokin' green

I can't fuck with the rest of them Go toe-to-toe with the best of them

Don't cross me like pedestrians Y'all bitches stick together lesbians

I pray to God that this tape sticks I'm workin' late like late shifts

I know I can make it, but nowadays I gotta make hits

How I'm this nice, it make no sense Like a bad jeweler, I drop gems

I move it fast, goin' Mach Ten I break the game, you can't guard him

I be makin' trips to the bank, bitch When it comes to cash, gotta stack it up

I run it back, gotta back it up, don't be backin' up

I ain't actin', bruh, I ain't never down, bitch, I stay up

You think you nice, you ain't rap enough For them rainy days, hope I stack enough

Comin' for your neck if you actin' tough I be up now, like, whoa

Cause now my money done doubled up And you know my chick thick

Like an Oreo when it's double stuff I look around at the competition

I know, man, they can't fuck with us I'm about my bills, so it make sense

Why all these bitches be duckin', bruh They ain't like that

Too cold, need a ice bath She ain't my type, so it make sense

When I tell the bitch I don't type back Eatin' type beats, I eat this shit like a life snack

But I be hungry for a big meal I was poppin' willies on my big wheel

I'll only sign for a big deal, bitch, get real Even if I left, I be him still

I assassinate like I'm Kill Bill It's a tall climb on a big hill, I got no chill

Fuck this shit, I ain't bein' friendly Like South Park, I'm tryna kill Kenny

I fuck with him, but I want his spot Like reserved lanes in a parking lot

I'm a big dog that don't bark a lot But I'm Mike Vick, I'll kill ya dogs

Don't catch a stray like pet control Y'all need to pray to the Holy Ghost, like