[Verse] I can't breathe again, demand seasoning The man's reachin', I'm so cold like Pam and Gina friend Yo, Angelina Jolie can fulfill my fantasy and then I plant my seed and then stay and leave it in and even when Her man creepin' in, I say, "Fam, leave" again While my hand see his chin, goddamn, seek revenge And I'm antsy to win, like it's ants in my pants Gotta tan wheat the Timbs, she gon' blow the King like Lance Stephenson, pause, fam speak again, nah It can't be the end, even my nigga Marcus said "I can't be your friend", ha Get it? Marcus Camby can't be your friend And it's a double dare like Bambi with twins Jamie Foxx Show, oh, you fancy with them Fly so much I'm like "Are we landing again?" Plan the agenda Man, we Avengers and we defend from The land of the sinners and we them niggers With the E-R of course, got my feet off the porch I'ma need all the whores, head to DR, deport Ain't gon' leave y'all the torch, ain't gon' see y'all in court I'ma pee on your fort, I could eat off the floor You a peon, a dork, sellin' weed all for sport Killin' seed, all abort, Jay and Be gone divorce Jokes on me, of course, throw me the award Frontin' like you been fuckin' with this You Isaiah Thomas wit' the Cavs, just gettin' hip Which rapper should I snuff? Say "Wassup"? Should I diss? No MCs in Atlanta? Let's come up with the list Got CyHi, Quentin Miller, Translee Scotty ATL, EarthGang, J.I.D Raury, 6lack, Nick Grant, and Money Makin' Nique And yeah, let's save the best for last, it's, uh, me Who wanna battle for the bread and the bag against me? Who got Birdman to wire that cash? That right, me I'm back at it y'all, it's rap's Barry Bonds I might run up on Tuma for RapCaviar
[Outro] Just kiddin', just kiddin' Tuma my nigga Deadline, nigga It's over You'll see, you'll see Salt Bae on 'em, Salt Bae on 'emTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
