(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Them boys got the belt more times than John Cena Yeah, alright Them boys got the belt more times than John Cena My bitch tatted than a fuck, but she is not Lita You ain't never been a Wagyuer, only copped pitas They used to not see me back then, I guess I'm Tron Cena Told her, "Shut the fuck up," she needs an attitude adjustment Need to add a boost, I might take some magic shrooms or something All gold Chrome pants on like I'm Sabu or somethin' The Wraith lookin' like it's Star Wars, on Naboo or somethin' Hustle, loyalty, respect My lil' ho so cold, might get spoiled with a check That pendant turn your neck green, I boil my baguettes Bustin' plays on the wild west, [?] coil in my Tech Yeah, never give up If life knock you down, shit, you better sit up It's only seven, I'm up Remember catchin' the bus, now it's Teslas and up Remember sittin' in the back, now it's Delta up front Yeah, this the test run, I call this bitch the prototype I can't believe you wore that fit, you left my photos trife' We went twelve rounds, that ho was tryna go all night Why y'all buy them kits just to tuck 'em? Can y'all show y'all ice? Doctor of thuggenomics, doctor of puffin' toxins I just blew a knot on some Balenci', every step a thousand I'll spike my pop like Umaga I think it's time for you to go and make a few dollars Shit, like word life, at least a new dollar Skrrtin' on the turnpike while I'm blowin' blue guava It's either me, myself, and I or I'm with two shottas Hit that lab with my pinky ring on, this bitch worth a new Honda M5 '23 punchin' like a five knuckle shuffle Fuzz upped his average, comin' off of five double-doubles He down to his last chips, that's five Ruffles trouble My ho made six figures off of five hundred bundles Bro masked up like Mankind, I bet that man die We can't show old dude no love, I hope your mans cry When I walk away like Cena, bet the fans cry They gon' still show me love if I'm the bad guy Mr. Money In The Bank, you know that cash right George Gervin, told my lil' ho get the tab ice Talkin' 'bout a champion, it must've been your past life 2030 right around the corner, hold that cash tight ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Long live $cam, RIP Chris T double H-L shit You hip, Skip? You know the script Wipe ya ass, boys, huh, yeah Nyaah