Yo -

You ain't saying shit, you should bite the fuck down

N*ggas always wanna play too cool when you around

How's that real clout? When I see your fake chains brown

That's a real snout, on my potnas- shhh, you dyin' now

A lot of n*ggas out here still posing like rockstars

Imma show you how to really not give a fuck

Tap ya database to blow ya spot - I bet he run

How you tough online, but IRL don't want the ones?

N*ggas tried to count me out, I'm back from the dead

With more power than I ever had

My dick all in ya mouth (bitch)

N*ggas say they gang, talk about you then they smile

Keep precision on my vision with these two-faced sided clowns

Bout to train for martial arts, so motherfuck a gun

I ain't with that tough shit, but you'll be shitting when I'm done

I'm just talking ish, I just do that shit for fun

Lotta rappers think they big and bad, but can you back it up, yuh

I walk in this bitch hand on my dick

Walking like I'm Vincе

Chain gang, I can't break the code on my John Cеna shit

Set ya spot ablaze, I had a knick for fire as a kid

West coast n*gga, feeling ATL the way I'm stomping shit

I broke up with my hoe, think I'm finna hit the streets again

Can't feel a thing unless lil shawty hoppin' on my (hey)

And I been on the edge with how my mama sick

Been tiktoking with the devil, we went viral when I split his wig

Hey, I'm outta pocket - been that way since a kid

Dust on my shoulder on occasion, a lil chip

These clout chasers tired, why they on they knees again?

These n*ggas buying fans, hope you don't breathe again

Been working on my peace, I need to see a therapist

I'd rather slit my wrist and end that shit like Actavis

Wait, no, I'm tripping fuck that shit, but I ain't getting jipped

All that money can go to the life that we ain't lived

I'm still hittin licks

I ain't signed yet, better wake the fuck up Mitch Lucker

Cause me? No I ain't die yet

I bring the swag to anything, I feel like Rhymefest

I should name you rappers "3.14", y'all boys pie man

Raw shit to yo face, can you digest?

Fall shit, these bodies droppin' like it's mind sex

Crack rock laced in my flow, grab the Pyrex

I been on my grind for hella long, why I ain't signed yet? (x2)

I ain't signed yet

Aye, It's Hash Motherfucking Gordon

Hashy F baby, boy with the master plan

Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper

Aha, I got my mental health right

Got my paper right, I'm eating good

My skin good, I'm drinking juice

My bitch bad, my mama proud

All gas, no breaks it ain't safe for you bitch ass n*ggas

Stop playin' with me like I ain't that n*gga

I'm out!