If you fuck with me come fuck wit me
Run up and say what's up my g
Gizmo on a killing streak
I catch you when you feeling weak
You better start kneeling to me
Don't know my capabilities
Nobody out riddles me I'm breaking down facilities
Book me at your local venue they won't let me back
Fuck it up, fuck it up but you know that won't set me back
Makin moves, makin plays just hit line I'll hit you back
I got love for anybody showing love that's a fact
Just watch me murder and mangle the game
Nurture and set off the flame
Fuck all the money and fame
You can't out run what I became
Blunts burning as I dismay and dump rappers inside they graves
Look for the road that I paved
You won't find the way

Pourin up my blue juice I need some Popeyes
Whippin while I sip my Duce Duce eating hot fries
I heard yo girl was loose goose but I ain't surprised
Rappers claim they tell truth but all they talk is lies

Listen up!, wake up!, what the fuck
Listen up wake up wake up what the fuck
Listen up wake up wake up what the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
Aye
Listen up!, wake up!, what the fuck
Listen up wake up wake up what the fuck
Listen up wake up wake up what the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
Aye