Tick tock, tick tick

Diamonds on my wristwatch

I can make your bed rock

So quit all that small talk

No she not from Thailand

But she know just how to Bangkok

I put you on that chop block

Now yo ass on deadlock

Pinky ring a damn rock

SmackDown like The damn Rock

Hit you with this damn Glock

Bitch, I’m fly like Hancock

Bitch, I’m Tony, no Stark

No face tats, just a birthmark

Nike’s on my feet

Bitch I know you see the checkmark

I’m bout that Action like Bronson

Got yo girl all on my johnson

Choppa at yo Family, Guy

Now you can’t walk, Joe Swanson

I keep a 40, yeah right on my hip

If he talkin shit, then I empty the clip

Yo girl at my crib and she suckin some dick

Then after that she kissed on yo lip

I am a criminal

This shit is critical

Yo money fictional

I got the visual

I am original

You are predictable

You try to hit me but I am invincible

Yo shit is pitiful

Doin the minimal

I’m just getting started

I’m not at my pinnacle

My shit is lyrical

Hear every syllable

The way I be rappin

This shit is a miracle

Yeah I be flowin

The money is growin

Talk down on my name

Then bitch, you a lame

But come and see me and

These hands will get throwin

Hold on, you stupid bitch

What is you doin

Your music came and on and

I just had to mute it

I am a unit

Yung Boeing produced it

I hammer the pussy and

You barely screw it

Hop in the pool and

I’m making a splash

Big Daddy Cool, yeah

I’m Kevin Nash

Triple H, the way I be runnin The Game

Heat on my side, just like I’m Kane

DX, the way that I get her to Suck It

I’m doin this rap shit

Till I kick a bucket

Said he want smoke

I pull up, he duckin

He got no balls

He prolly just tuck ‘em