I’m getting tired of rapping this shit is too easy, I probably should go and relax I go in hard when I come, I got government bars if you hit me I’m gon have to tax This shit is fun though I'm bout to let go These niggas babies And I'm feeling prego See the beat you know I’m bout' to feast Stock my prey and calculate its' feet Pounce and chase and grab it with my teeth Rip it limb from limb, unleash and then repeat I am not the 3 I come B 4 the 2 I am the 1, you must outdo you lying if u think you’ll win, a cheater tried and I still caught up to all his moves Lyrically indigenous

  [Intro] Grrt (Come on) [Chorus] Ayy, walk 'em down straight to the ground, we make sure that he don't get up (Damn E, this shit exclusive) Call the reverend and his momma, tell 'em, "Come and pick 'em up" I'ma smack you with this .40, askin', "Is my Glizzy tucked?" [Verse] Only like it sloppy, she gon' beat box when she suckin' me (Come on, come on) Told her, "Bring a friend", if she ever think about fuckin' me Touchin' who? Touchin' me? To God where your ass gon' be (Prr, prr) Leave him stuck and send him up like he fuckin' with Cardi B (Prr, prr, prr) Park thе car before we hit thе street, I'm hoppin' out on feet Get up close so I can see his teeth but I'ma keep it brief Ask do he remember me, then introduced him to my heat Skrrt off the block, you followin' this car, your whip be cream cheese (Come here, prr)