Bitch I am on ten, this ain´t no
Game, I´m not your fan
You should know, Hop´s back in here
Stay packin´ heat, you runnin´ shit, not actually
These niggas can´t pull off

What I do up in this booth
I am too rude when I intrude on you, don´t
Act like you never knew homie, I
Spent most of my life tryna get
Here, do not get near, you gon´ feel
Fear in its worst form
When I´m destroying you, I´m warning you

Murder!
Straight out the insane asylum
What the fuck am I? Just think about it, can´t define it
Say goodbye to any nigga you was vibin´ with
I fucking hate the climate
I´ve been on your trail like an invasive pirate, make you rise
Y´all can never slay Goliath
I´ve been taking rappers and creating diets

Now they on the ´Gram tryna´ make it private
Hoping I don´t put them in a bad position
They´ve been prayin´ I don´t ever catch ´em slippin´ (Haha!)
You could build a buzz rappin´ sick shit
But you better not come around me I can differ (Bitch!)
I´ve been lost on the path of sinnin´
I just hope the Lord´s gonna have forgiveness (Sorry)
Keep your mind out my bag of business
Else me and you gon´ have a bad collision (Oh no!)
Ain´t giving a fuck
Adrenaline rush (Low-pro!)
When hitting ´em up
You niggas are lunch (For sure!)
A cynical nut, I´m finna get buck (Hoes know!)

They feelin´ in love, my menacing touch
I have ´em flyin´ overseas, cryin´ over me
I am openly a cunt to ´em
See if I enroll the D I am gon´ unleash a giant load of cream on to ´em
Look, I ain´t a typical nigga you dealin´ with
This shit is finna get rowdy, I swear to God it is a must (Yeah, yeah)
I´ve been a militant minor degenerate ever since I was a
Little kid playing and kicking the mud (Yeah, yeah)
I´m a phenomenon no telling who I´ma bomb when I hop on a song
I´ma lose it, it´s written in blood (Yeah, yeah)
Honestly I done got everything I ever wanted
But is it enough? (Is it enough?)
You´re mad ´cause your fans ain´t as loyal

Dropping classics again
Wrecking on you, damn it, man
Get the body bag there is too much madness at hand weightin´ on you
K.O.-in´ niggas with the blow
Suck my dick under the mistletoe
Don´t forget the balls, lick ´em both
This is Sicko Mode level, Travis isn´t getting on because

Bitch I am on ten, this ain´t no
Game, I´m not your fan
You should know, Hop´s back in here
Stay packin´ heat, you runnin´ shit, not actually
These niggas can´t pull off
What I do up in this booth
I am too rude when I intrude on you, don´t
Act like you never knew homie, I

Spent most of my life tryna get
Here, do not get near, you gon´ feel
Fear in its worst form
When I´m destroying you, I´m warning you