[Verse 1]
I hold my nuts like they hand grenades, I'm ready to blow
I bet a n*gga be open minded with this TEC to his skull
I keep my phone by my di*k, so when I get a call
I can feel what you want, I'm good for [?] and I don't give a f*ck
A Nazi vampire and I rep that sh*t
'Cause I bet I'll kill any n*gga disrespect my clique
Respect my di*k, I'm a heathen, I ain't no lyricist b*tch
I pull up to Talib's nursing home and I shoot that sh*t
I gotta kickstand di*k, yo b*tch gon' lean on this
[Chorus]
Said shut up b*tch, what up b*tch?
In this b*tch, in this b*tch
I'ma pop, like a zit
f*ckin' with a dog but a n*gga get bit
f*ckin' with the law but a n*gga get hit
f*ckin' with a n*gga like me, I'm lit
f*ckin' with a n*gga like me, I'm lit
f*ckin' with a n*gga like me, I'm lit (yeah)
Huh, huh, huh, get it get it, huh, huh
Put a hole in a n*gga fitted like, huh
Ha, hey! (ahaha)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh!
[Verse 2]
Old ass n*gga he in a wheelchair, ooh
I'ma fold that n*gga like he a lawn chair, ayy
n*gga need Rogaine
I'm Hank Hill with this propane
All a n*gga spit is flame
And then I dash off like the new dame, damn
Flame on, ooh, game on, ooh
Game on, ooh, shame on you, b*tch
Game on, who, shame on you, old f*ck n*gga
I'm Donald Duckin' all you c*ck suckers
I'm the wrong n*gga to ever f*ck with
Got a whole guest list
I'ma kill off any rapper that'll ever come and test this
Uh, n*gga got one song, uh yeah, just to get by
Uh yeah, and that sh*t went bronze
Uh yeah, pull up on a n*gga like
[Chorus]
Said shut up b*tch, what up b*tch?
In this b*tch, in this b*tch
I'ma pop, like a zit
f*ckin' with a dog but a n*gga get bit
f*ckin' with the law but a n*gga get hit
f*ckin' with a n*gga like me, I'm lit
f*ckin' with a n*gga like me, I'm lit
f*ckin' with a n*gga like me, I'm lit (yeah)
Huh, huh, huh, get it get it, huh, huh
Put a hole in a n*gga fitted like, huh
Ha, hey! (ahaha)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh!
[Verse 3]
I listened to Black Star for Mos Def
Send all your beats back to Hi-Tek
All your fans deaf, old or dead
And your last album went charcoal
sh*t shouldn't have a barcode
Beat a n*gga with a bar stool
Fitted hats in leather chaps
n*gga who the f*ck are you?
Now when a n*gga Google you
It's just gon' be your obituary
Your career died with Chappelle's show
And your hairline look temporary
Tell me how you tweet me from a Jitterbug
And your next album named "Life Alert"
"Help I've fallen and I can't get up"
That's how I felt when I heard it get hot first
On [black planet?] tryna bag b*tches
Your kids embarrassed and I know it's true
Please stay off the internet
'Cause these young n*ggas don't f*ck with you
Them old n*ggas don't f*ck with you
Your own n*ggas don't f*ck with you
That's why every n*gga you came up with
Got fame quick and excelled you
Minnesota don't f*ck with you
[?] don't f*ck with you
Lil Durk don't f*ck with you
And your own wife don't f*ck with you
n*gga yo kids ain't yo kids
They Kanye's, I got the proof
Hehe, haha, haaaa
[Outro]
[?]
Shut the f*ck up, you twice my age
I'm tryna take your daughter to the prom, n*gga
f*ck wrong with you
Go ahead, say some political refugee
Camp bullsh*t, n*gga we don't give a f*ck
Go comb yo beard, egg head ass n*gga