(Intro: k** Bill)
Ayo, one two, one two, baby. I ain't even tripping on the dumb sh**, honestly
Ugh
(Laughs)
Yo, turn up the snare in my headphones
Like, who the f** actually needs to say that?
(Laughs)
(Verse 1: k** Bill)
Hoes all on my dick
Greatness all in my penmanship
And I don't want to talk sh**, but sh**
This paper's all that I friggin' get
I'm way better than A$AP
Put a .45 where your face at
I'm gone off of them haystacks
Knew Tom Bombadil way back
So raw, naw, where the base at?
Like haw-haw until a face crack
I'm leaning off of them jack shots
Hit jackpot until I make back
Slowed down, but I'll never stop
I won't smoke her out, but I'll let her watch
Talking sh**? Better box
I got game cubed like it's medabots, yo
Shout out to Possiblegod
Man I'm impossible
Sliding in the Jeep; I smell like probable cause
I'm off that good sh**
Hat bill, no Bushwick
Got rap sk** and I cook quick
That's mad real, and it looks sick. Good sh**
b**h, it's unpredictable
I'm listening to Mystikal
Medusa on the hip; b**h I'm Kratos, where's Sparawgmos?
Man that's bae
You f** with mines? Bet I f** with yours
This industry is locked, but watch me slide through double doors
Blood, sweat and tears: that's a lot of puddled pores
EXO Demons, lock your doors. We ain't knocking, that's for sure
They tell me I'm on fire, it's more probable I'm bored
How you like them damn apples when they're rotten to the core?
You f**ing up
Double-barrel, pucker up
No Johnny Cage, no s**er punch
Your rap team is a clusterf**
Shout to Oscob. No rah-rah, no square sh**
My team's got lots of shapes; why you biting off of Scuare's sh**?
We're number one compared with every single move you make
Team AiR is my sh**. Motherf** your student rates
Who could talk or who could say? Just stay off of that dumb sh**
With Rekcahdam and a bum b**h
Times two, it's a monsoon
And I'm faded! I'm f**ing faded! Homie we made it!
Man it's Vegas! It's f**ing Vegas! I take it in stages
Where the final boss at?
Put him on vinyl, gloss that
Homie you dying, it's my design and I'm finally on that
b**h I'm about it. ASAD, I'm smoking like the Rockies do
Shout to DJ EL-G. Pour it up then chop and screw
'64 Impalas, talking bout sixty-four impalas
Twenty-five lighters up on my dresser, yessir
Slice it up or ride stretcher
Get the picture, bro. I got sicker flow
I mix pink and green: I call it Piccolo
I'll strip her slow
Sipping that liquor. Indifferent: I rip it when spitting flows
I roll. Two G's in my white owls
All my weed is quite loud
Shawty gonna hear it, say "Pipe down" and get piped down
Like wow. It's that youngin KB
Shut the whole club down. Motherf**er blame me
Spitting all this fire on a Clammy Clams beat
Shao Kahn up in this b**h: Y'all can't Johnny Cage me
That's real sh**. When Bill spits, I shut it down
That's trill sh**. Don't f** around
I sip slow and just drip flow. I dip low (Diplo) J-Jump around
I'm an underground king doing Underground King sh**
I'm so high and I'm gripping on an angel's wing tips
(Outro)
(k** Bill talking)
Yo, Rekcahdam, why don't you kick some knowledge about what this word means?
(Rekcahdam talking)
Yo, so...what people don't know is...in the VA area...we use "bum." We don't use "hot" no more. That's...that's extra white over here. So if you see a girl that's looking real nice you'd be like "Yo, she's madd bum". That's my hood's definition of "bum."
(Rav talking)
Yo I have a question, I have a question. If you get a dope a** bl**job from a bum...Would you say that you got a bum a** bl**job from a bum?
(Seth Rogen voice clip)
OH NO