I'm badass like I'm Joey, gold teeth like I'm Jodye (Huh?)
No Chris Brown
How you like me now but you don't know me? (Bitch)
I'm young and I'm leanin' with the blade on my side, Drain Gang till I die
And rep the eight, Rip Kobe
Got a moneybag up inside the yo, I'm rockin' Polo like a G
Herb in my lungs, spot and got 'em, shot from 'cross the street
Ratchet bitch, she call me Pooh, my youngin shiesty, hide yo piece
Big thirty round under this 40, twenty three shots leave the heat (That's a lot)
And hit the Jeep mane
We swervin' Nascars, no aloe when this heat bang
The block hotter than hell just like the teen Wayne
Ain't talkin' Young Money when I say that we keep dracs
No Birdman, I be with the birds man, talkin' work man
No Rihanna, bring out them umbrellas (Why?)
'Cause we gon' make it rain man, to dry it off gon' need 'bout eight fans
Mob team, I'm with some good fellas (Raven)
I'm peacockin' on these hoes, flip the bitch like flapjacks
Keep rockin' like Steve-O, youngin I'm a jackass
Keep plottin', Dr. Evil, got some power out in Austin
Got the hoodie on just to let you know I'm fuckin' awesome
I got three friends, them folks my migos (Okay)
One of 'em takin' off the mask to let the heat blow (Alright)
The other sittin' offset, he popped 'bout three rolls (God damn)
The last one Huncho like a muhfucka, he keep hoes (He keep hoes)
I need a M and another after, ain't talkin' Marshall Mathers
Ski mask on, leave him slumped out, talkin' to God
Sweatshirt say "Supreme" I'm playin' golf in it
With the way I'm livin', know my future lookin' odd (Know my future lookin' odd)