I don't fuck with you lames, I'm that nigga now
Niggas talk down on my name 'til them triggers out
Catch his ass on that stand, we gon' sit him down
My new chop' got a kick, make him spin around
I got it figured out
Niggas ain't really on game, so we punchin' they tickets now
Back in my kitchen now
Niggas be sleep on the gang, finna see what I'm whippin' now
Token pull up with a stick if you trippin', my niggas be hittin' the block
And we don't even listen to niggas that bitchin', so I ain't heard shit 'cause y'all bitchin' a lot
You got the piece? You gon' lift it or not
'Cause it ain't gon' be peace that I lift for the opps
So I'm tellin' you to get in a box
I'm finna' start diggin' the plot, yeah, yeah
Mari got a tool equipped, move with a ruler clip
Funny how I'm using it to test these niggas
Shawty a baddie, but shawty too nasty
I bagged, then I trashed her like Hefty, nigga
Move like a caddie, she holdin' my pole in the back
And she suck like Spaghetti, nigga
Scooby and Shaggy, we hop out a van, let it rock
Now you rollin' like Presley, nigga
He gon' be foolish to test me
All of my niggas run track, relay race, how I run with the pole
These niggas scared when I shoot at 'em, four-man collat'
Guess I got all my ducks in a row
She wanna fuck on the low
Collect yo' chick, she be suckin' the bros
You want a beat from me, nigga? Then don't ask for prices
We cannot discuss if you broke, bitch
He don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'
What I clutch in my stomach gon' open his stomach
Man, I told him to run and he runnin'
Man, you run through the functions, my chopper got functions
That's gonna come fuck up his function
Bitch, bein' broke isn't up for discussion
Dub-D-F-A, yeah, we all with the fuck shit
Yo' team is lame, yeah, you all with the dumb shit
I'm sendin' birds 'cause I know you gon' duck shit
He gettin' bread, then I know it's some duck shit
Me and yo' bitch'll connect 'cause we're both gonna come for the hundreds
Put lead in his tummy 'cause he with the tums shit
And we not to be fucked wit'
Niggas don't be on shit, but my chopper be dumpin'
Knock out his teeth when I buck shit
Bitch, I'm usin' that 'K and that knife in conjunction
Shofu usin' that 'K and that 9 at the same time, but I am not finna spray mine
I was just askin' around, it was game point, so when I hit you, it's game time
I keep it simple like straight lines
Colt .45s, it gon' jump from my waist line
Spliffs in my blunt got me movin' through spacetime
Run to the money, you know I don't waste time
Don't run from my problems, you know that I face mine
Wait, you thought we gon' let you live
I came from the dirty, shit bad as a bitch
This Colt .45, it gon' aim at his ribs
We don't fuck around and I don't give a shit
Yeah, Dub-D-F-A is the motto
You talkin' that talk, let my chop' fold his taco
Big ass chop' like it came from the Costco
You know what follows
Urokodaki the Glockie, it came with a long nose
Chopper gon' find him, it came with a Log Pose
So many weapons, I keep me a crossbow
But I run you a fade like Mako
Mako, I'm throwin' my hands for the guapo
I'm Robin Hood shit, how I'm bringing the stock home
Now the money ain't leavin' like Stockholm
Stack it and spread it, we get to the guaco
Y'all flows be cheesy, it's stolen, it's nachos
Step on my street and I'm knockin' his block off
If he want beef, then I'm sending him tacos
"Why?", "'Cause that nigga catchin' some shells"
Gatorade bullets, them bitches propel
Line up your homies like in the clientele
That boy been a demon, I'm givin' 'em hell
And that chopper gon' sing like its Patti LaBelle
My chopper gon' sing like Rihanna
New beam like the Glock is a Saiyan learnin' from the master
First to raise an arm like nerdy kids in class
I keep one pointed, tried to murk me, but I'm sashed up
Leavin' you patched up
Like you play for the Raiders, you fishy, my gang will fillet ya
We pullin' up stat', but ain't weighin' no data
Drive-by and shoot 'em like takin' a lay-up
And you ain't gonna wake up, I'm murderin' cats
Birkin the bag, you just work at the GAP
Dirk to these rappers, I'm swervin' the Mavs
Trey Burke in the bag, certainly masterful
Passin' y'all up and you not in my league
Raisin' the stakes, I ain't squashin' the beef
Bite on my watch and get clocked in the teeth
You don't want it with Yee, yeah, yeah
Came from that dirty, we sauté the day homes
Ensurin' accidents, not talkin' State Farm
You just let stress and society take y'all
Bitch, I stay black in my pocket like eight-ball
Done with these humans, that starship gon' take off
Tryna get smacked in the dome, no facepalm
He don't want beef with no Twitter, no hate mob
Gotham said, "Chopper gon' tear half his face off"
Everyday wakin' up, feel like I made bond
Jet set, point out a track and I skate on
Point out the biggest booty with her face drawn
Just need the head, no strings, that's Raycon
Uh, I hate y'all, I don't know how your relatives face y'all
Faceoff, it's gon' be harder without your face on
You niggas food, I been a chef like Raekwon
Gun kickback so strong that it break arms
I don't mingle, if I'm in the mix, it's napalm
Slide, then I light your country up like Akon
I'm sittin' pretty, gettin' top like a Drake song
Watchin' Bob Ross, but her face is what I paint on
She tell me take my chains off, bitch, I keep my chains on
Finished? Then just be a good amigo and take off
Exotic smokin' exotic until the pain's gone
Ya neck green, I ain't got nothin' fake on
My own tsunami, I don't care what kinda wave on
I make shit look good like Avon
Fantastic, but the four, you get flamed on
Thinkin' shit all Gucci? Then you Kreayshawn
Hey, mom
I know you really hate that I take bongs
Straight to the face like my name's "Chong"
Do it everyday, it's okay, gettin' baked like a cake all day long
So to stay calm, I'm a professional
So every now and then, I like to eat some edibles
And even though I know you think it's unacceptable
At least you know that, everyday, I always get my vegetables
Boy, I ain't ever put a bitch up on a pedestal
The gang impeccable, I'm smackin' these losers
They tried to take away the belt, but they lackin' maneuvers
My gat'll kill you in ya sleep like I'm strapped wit' a Kruger
I make the pussy come for me, got a cat in the Uber
We were dodgin' all the feds, had to dash from the cruisers
If the problem is the bread, you ain't got none, bitch
You can see me right up in the front like shotgun, bitch
And my wrist on some new-new shit
Boy, I'm tryna get stacks and my spliff all gas like refuel trips
If we see the red and blue, I'mma shoot, then dip
If the feds be in the area, I move that whip
I don't fuck with you lames, I done bossed up
Niggas throw dirt on my name 'til I pop up
I'm not too sharp, but I keep me a Glock tucked
He got hit with the 'K, never got up
I just whip out my dick, now she awestruck
Dick in her mouth, it's too big, now her jaw stuck
Fuck around and I'm gettin' my shots up
Please do not cap on the net, you are not tough
Battle royale, point him out and he droppin'
Open his head, we gon' see what he plottin'
Wet him up, leave him, that nigga was soggy
Pfizer, Moderna, I keep me a shotty
Pfizer, Moderna, I keep me a shotty
With paperwork on it, they know where I got it
And I'm tryna talk about profit and buildin' a franchise soon, but I'm not wit' the Rockets
I don't fuck wit' you lames, I'm a demon
My piece to his head, please don't give me a reason
My niggas gon' go if you give me a reason
Bullets travel to find you, my Glock got a visa
And we finna get you before we get even
My shooters don't miss, they not Trevor Ariza
My shooters don't miss, they like Klay gettin' threes up
That 'K leave 'em leanin', no Tower of Pisa
My cheese up, new bitch; she a diva, don't need her
I bag her, I get what I want, then I leave her
New ice on my wrist, ain't no freezer
I'm cold if it's beef, I don't fight, I just reach for my heater
The reaper, I killed him, his fam', they was weepin'
His heart out his chest, man, that nigga not breathin'
He bleedin', got guns for his people, I leave 'em in black
Ruger flash, bet it gave 'em amnesia
They never remember a thing when they see him
But talk about me on the screen with a team full of niggas who get to the green
But it ain't for the money, they envying me
And the things that I done since I been on the scene
Owe me some cash? I might pop in yo' dream
Think that's yo' man, but it's not what it seem
You ain't got no bag, but yo' ass is asleep
So why do you sleep all the time
Peep when I rhyme
Pickin' up weed for the vibes
Askin' a question, then hearin' or seein' a lie
Then you ain't finna see him alive
You ain't wanna stop wit' the shit after seein' the signs
Okay, act like a pussy, the tubes on yo' breathin' get tied
I don't give a fuck whatchu eatin', as long as they feedin' me mine