[Intro]

Put that lil' boy in the dirt, ayy

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh

[Chorus]

You was tryna knock me off my wave but I been surfin', bitch

She say I'm cold-blooded 'cause my dick look like a serpent, bitch

I had to go my way 'cause there's serpents in these circles, kid

Niggas want my promo, want my name, but they can't have it back

You can have that friendly shit, you sold now, go 'head, take it back

Niggas think I'm short from all these angles that I'm shootin' at

Clip the photo to the maganize inside a duffelbag

I made "30", that made thirty thousand just for doing that

[Verse]

You would never understand the very person that I am

You can't be you without them Xans, I can't be me without this trash

Industry is all ass, niggas want my autograph

How should I respond to that?

Nigga, bring the pen and pad (Put that lil' boy in the dirt, ayy)

I don't got time to sit and chat

Hunnid fifty on my dash

Hopefully, I fuckin' crash

Empty out my thoughts all on the window of a tinted Jag

Roll one up and take a drag

Out in hell, I catch a cab

On the way home, bringin' snacks

All these bitch-ass rappers still in training while I'm on track

You cannot resist or try dismiss all that I brought back

From the place you never been, doing everything you didn't

Money growin' taller, patience shorter like a fuckin' midget

You still smokin' on midget

I got anger problems but I stall 'em till the show and piss it

Fuckin' on a blonde Bridget

Poppin' so much pills and I forgot where I left the prescription

They could talk a lot but that's just 'cause they don't know how to listen

I put all my problems on a paper then they get submitted

Bitch, you wanna talk about my paper like it's graded, get it

When it's time to eat, I treat the beat just like some gourmet dishes

I'm the greatest rapper, that's no cap, so check yo' fuckin' fitted, lil' pussy