I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh All this cocaine got me actin´ white
You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga, I´m a legend You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend
She say I got a vanilla aftertaste Cut his face, let him use his blood for his aftershave Harrell Park, it ain´t nothin´ like South Park Pistol whip you ´til you know the serial number by heart, damn Sit the chop on top your nose, if you sneeze, I squeeze (Smoke) Got them extra extendos, call them Eazy-Es Uzis, .223´s, TEC´s, semi-automatic, reflex Bullet ain´t got no name, but these no-names ain´t got no respect Put some respect on my name, don´t know where I got that from Mad scientist in this bitch, don´t even know what I´m mad for, woo
´Cause it´s hard to ignore the bullshit when it can´t flush, woo Tryna dodge and duck, but you can´t duck, nigga, blaow
Stunt, stunt, real deal Had the MAC-11, real, real Had to send your ass the real deal Had to send your ass the real deal Had to line ´em up, yeah, line ´em up You niggas quack me up, bah, Daffy, Donald Duck (Yeah, yeah) Stunt, stunt, real deal Had the MAC-11, real, real Had to send your ass the real deal Had to send your ass the real deal Had to line ´em up, I´ma nine ´em up These niggas quack me up, brrah, better Donald Duck
Gas ´em up, I´ma fire ´em up, yeah Pack ´em up, I´ma pile ´em up, yeah Line ´em up, yeah, sign ´em up, yeah Line ´em up, I´m anonymous Leave out this bitch, comin´ back with the dawgs I´m comin´ back with the dawgs Go at my neck, I´m comin´ back at your skull (Gone) I´m comin´ back with her drawers Come back with the bag, the package and all, yeah I put the stash in the wall Thirty round dick, I´m jackin´ it off, yeah ´Til ain´t no more jacks in the cards Aces and kings, blackest of hearts, yeah I played the hands I was taught Family man, your family involved, damn Family tree, branches gon´ fall
Actin´ an ass, no actin´ at all, no All of the cameras is off You fucked up the deal, look back at the mall, huh We dunk on ´em, back in the form
I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh All this cocaine got me actin´ white Ask Jada Pinkett, I´m a legend You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend
Stunt, stunt, real deal Had the MAC-11, real, real Had to send your ass the real deal Had to send your ass the real deal Had to line ´em up, yeah, sign ´em up These niggas quack me up (Quack me up), better Donald Duck (Yeah, yeah)
Line ´em up, sign ´em up I´ma grind ´em up, I´ma fire ´em up Smoke, smoke (Gas ´em up), smoke, smoke (Pile ´em up) Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke Huh, huh, line ´em up, huh, blaow Smokin´ Donald Duck I see you backin´ up You better Donald Duck You niggas crack me up You better Donald Duck, blaow, blaow Line ´em up, grrt You better Donald Duck, yeah Gas ´em up, and I´ma fire ´em up, yeah Pack ´em up, and I´ma pile ´em up, smoke Funeral