[Intro]
Aye, Beatdown, I got that 200 dollars I owe you
Oh, you do? Alright, lemme have it
Alright, here
What the hell is this?
What, i-it's 200 dollars
MAAAN, you only know I mess with them BLUE HUNNITZ! Get that green money outta here, I'll beatcho a**
[Verse I: Shofu Tha Beatdown]
Rob told me
Gittem, I gottem, I gotta gittem again
Why not
Try in the first place, no second to third base
Ready for a check, being broke is the worse fate
I said ready for a check, I was born on a Thursday
Knocking all opponents down, I put ‘em in a bad mood
Have a hater feeling sour, like a bowl of rat soup
I am that dude, you don't want no bad news
You would think I have a cold, the way I'm getting achoo
I was an introvert but now I'm making feelings hurt
[?] knows I hit it first
She kinda cute with makeup on, so yeah I feel the thirst
You really got a problem, I implore you, do your worst
I'll make her innards burst, until she can't move
I'm in her mouth, cat food
The only thing flyer than than me is an Owl, that's HOOT
Slave in the summertime, tryna get that cool whip
I'm allergic to pollen, girl still wanna give me tulips
I'm allergic to almonds, girl still wanna get deez nuts
I'm allergic to dairy still gotta get my cheese up
One uppercut will have you looking up
Like you proud of me
One uppercut will have you looking up
Like astronomy
In my world, it's be a victim or create another one
Chose to not get bullied, instead I became another one
Everybody in my past was super foul, and one
Now they say I'm dangerous cause I'm hotter than a Samsung
And I'm gonna (blow up)
Still wanna hate (grow up)
You know where to find me (show up)
You wish you had the glo (shown up)
Provoke me it's lights out
Instantly, posthaste
Ambulance be running over here like Postmates
Gittem, I gottem I gotta gittem again
So I went on a win streak, gotta win ‘em again
When I shook [?]'s hands I told him “See me again”
Cause I know he got no problem with seeing me win
He ain't a hater like you (okay, OKAY)
I said he ain't a hater like you (oOKAY)
Why don't you let me do y'all thing and let me do great
Goin' hard for nine months like I have a due date
Cause you know I gotta GITTEM
[Verse II: G. Yee]
Hol' up Beatdown, Lemme-lemme gittem
I got Bennies all around me, Benny-Benny Higgins
Man, I'm tryna get the money up, Penny-Penny Pinching
But I blew it on a bottle that got plenty Henny in it
Kinda ignorant, I ain't even finish it
Pa** it to some thots, now they like me, synonyms
Numbers on my arm, can't remember which is which again
But we be kickin' it, I ain't talkin' bout them timberlands
Gittem, he gottem, now Yee gon' gittem again
I treat yo girl like Gabby Douglas, how she splitting them legs
She got the judges' table doin, they were givin' me 10s
She said that I'm the one, I told her “you ain't Trinity, chick”
I'm heartless
I ain't just a rapper, I'm a barsmith
Blue on my mind now my head look Cartman
Blue in my veins pumpin' blue through my heart and
My hunnitz stay crisp with the blue on the markin'
How don't you get it yet
I run things like the bra with the pelicans
I keep my crew like my dollars, they genuine
Lemme see that blue bar down the center since that's all that we messing with