[Intro]

What is that melody!?

[Verse]

All that talkin' never mattered to me

'Cause who you sayin' that you are is who i actually be

Blue faces, and I keep the ratchet with me

And I'll keep bringing cannons out like Nick family tree

If it's issues, don't start switching, 'cause my bitch is gonna get your girl

.9 pop, get a spine shot like an epidural

You get your stomach hit, I foresee you curlin' here

There's somethin' sinister to it, you think that Earl is near

I got a cult, might not check for a deal

Fat nigga at the party, bitch I step with a meal

Rappers, you disrespect, your next session is ill

I put machines to your mouth likе diamond-testing a grill

*Beep*

Now let me makе magic

And turn it into money long as LA traffic

Something bad gettin' bagged, they give another man a bag it

Give a flower to your bitch then put a flower on ya casket

I-I excel in everything I'm tasked with with passion

Roll that shit, pass, give a fuck if it's passive

I be runnin' with the weight of my sins with no issue

While you're crushed under the weight of your embarrassments, we lift different (Yeah)

Between us is a big difference

Bitch, listen, B-B-Dub apparel, I do big business

With grace, I've handled everything important

Every woman I gave time to has been gorgeous

Yeah, heart cold like the wrist is

Even though the life pretty like my bitch is

Drop somethin' at your top like Christmas

Soon as we see your whip slidin' like driftin'

Baddies love me 'cause I been what I'm spittin'

Planted firmly on the ground, I don't trip, ain't no slippin'

[?], she tied up like rotisserie chicken

Ain't inherited, but girl I'm 'bout to give you the business

This fine wine, aged good

De bad mon that's makin them swan song

Flippin' shit like Swanton

Big machine like Tron Bonne

Fold you like a wonton

Any range, that's bang bang

Shit can hit you from Hong Kong

Fifth pop, hear a "Eh, ah" then it's drip drop

Crazy how I make a big stain with a big mop

See smoke, Wile E. Coyote from a cliff drop

I catch wreck, you roll until I force you to a pit stop

Chin sock, smack loud as what's inside the Ziploc

I will walk up with this MAC, you the Chris Rock

Big shot, but nobody know how I lift

Opp want me in a big plot, tryna devise a big plot

Fuck around and get propelled with a big chop

Peep the drip, big ring full of big rocks

Shit look like a Ring Pop

Pewter City Gym, get your shit rocked

From the home of big Pop, I slip not

And my band's heavier than Slipknot

Love a bad one that keep her lips locked

And falls to her knees like a pin drop

This not a issue you could win

[?] the stick, rock you off the wall, you sink into a hole like a trickshot

Maneuver on, get your hip popped

Everything above your lip cropped

In the bag like the BAPE hoodies with the zipped tops

Get got, skate around these problems get the ring shot

Cheers to the opps, sip ahh (Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)