[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 n***a 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)