[Intro]
[Chorus]
He ain't really from that block (Bitch who?)
He ain't really getting that guap (Bitch who?)
He ain't on top (Bitch who?) I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded?
He ain't really got it like that (Bitch who?)
I bet he gon' be quiet after that (Bitch who?)
That nigga's shit wack (Bitch you?) I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded?
[Verse 1]
Gangsters all sport just look
Shook, who me? I've never been nothing of the sort
Want the title? Buck for it, it's yours
Getting ignored 'cause you so piss-poor
Forced me to pull, kick doors, need mine on time
You could be sure shawty's gonna shine, trust
Left niggas in the dust, Trap Muzik
Try to let you catch up, but you niggas just suck, bad
Fall short, not enough swag
So I had to give you niggas so much gas
Get a maid costume and a broom 'cause you finna get
Swept off your feet tryna step up to me
I'll put your ass Down Under if it's left up to me
Like boomerangs and kangaroos, now tell me I ain't a fool
Stack money like jewels
Let a nigga take something from me, I refuse, who?
I'm so cool, rock my jewels wherever
Rob me? Dude, I dare ya
Have ya hats in a box and ya soul in the air
Say your prayers and say hello to Laya
[Chorus]
He ain't really from that block (Bitch who?)
He ain't really getting that guap (Bitch who?)
He ain't on top (Bitch who?) I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded?
He ain't really got it like that (Bitch who?)
I bet he's gon' keep it quiet after that (Bitch who?)
That nigga's shit wack (Bitch you?) I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded? (Nigga!)
[Verse 2]
I hate you be comparing my shit to theirs, dare and try
Don't even think it's fair that guy could breathe the same air as I
I'm out there, way left field like Jamiroquai
Pharaoh fly, running chicks in and out the Merriott
They come get served then leave like a carry-out
Restaurant, resembling some young Gloria Estefans
Listen, one, don't violate or I annihilate
Opposition out of play, hatin' I don't tolerate
Came out the gates dead serious
Ain't a lot changed since then, atop the top ten
God favors me like I'm without sin, go figure
Get bigger every year, still the same old nigga
Money don't change no nigga
You started out a lame and get fame, but you the same hoe nigga
Ain't no flow sicker, everything I made dumb, crazy
Deranged insane I say
[Chorus]
He ain't really from that block (Bitch who?)
He ain't really getting that guap (Bitch who?)
He ain't on top (Bitch who?) I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded?
He ain't really got it like that (Bitch who?)
I bet he's gon' keep it quiet after that (Bitch who?)
That nigga's shit wack (Bitch you?) I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded? (Nigga!)
[Verse 3]
I woke up this morning, I jumped up
I heard some wack music, what the fuck?
I guess these niggas Gumped up
I wish some fuck niggas knuckle up
'Cause we done slaughtered niggas every year
Bought the cleanest, all our tears
Park the Chargers over there, park Ferraris over here
Niggas never been a pimp, all they's really been a square
And I dare a nigga try to run the cap, aim for the chair-
Man, what? We got them rifles and we Tali-
Ban, and we break it in like the Mexi-
Cans, stacks on me, boy, I got them heavy
Pants, strap on me, nigga I make you do that
Dance, you playing with the Godfather Trilogy
Y'all boys ain't never seen my squad in a century
Wrong move, so I hit you with a penalty
This non-profit, nigga, westside ministry
[Chorus]
He ain't really from that block (Bitch who?)
He ain't really getting that guap (Bitch who?)
He ain't on top (Bitch who?) I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded?
He ain't really got it like that (Bitch who?)
I bet he's gon' keep it quiet after that (Bitch who?)
That nigga's shit wack (Bitch you?) I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head? Is you retarded? (Nigga!)