[Intro]
Sua chamada está sendo encaminhada para a caixa postal e estará sujeita a cobrança após o sinal
I shot off his brain, he look stupid

[Verse 1]
I don't really give a fuck what they talking 'bout
Said I don't like paper, prove him wrong right now
Bitch, I'm counting rolling paper, I'ma smoke right now
And he not talking money, what he talking 'bout?
She said she want me, so I kicked her out
Back then, I had less than hundred on my bank account
You be talking shit, but I'm here, what we doing now?
And if it's up to me, I'll try a hundred ways to make it out (Make it out)
You be talking shit, you going through it
I'm a bandman, I phase through the groupies
That ho tried to fuck on me, she thought that I was stupid
I just took his shit, now he look stupid

[Chorus]
I havеn't dropped, now they're cluеless
I know if they don't copy me, then they can't do it
These rappers talking 'bout their mans, gonna shoot it
Bitch, I shot off his brain, now he stupid
I haven't dropped, now they're clueless
I know if they don't copy me, then they can't do it
These rappers talking 'bout their mans, gonna shoot it
Bitch, I shot off his brain, now he stupid
[Verse 2]
Every time I win, I catch them losing
Yo' bitch don't want you, she was choosing, but that's just how it go
I was in the field, you were snoozing
Now they don't fuck with your music, don't count on me, lil' bro
I was getting bands by my lone
You fucked it up yourself, it's like you tried to go broke, I know
If they catch me, I'll get life for this phone
Methods that I shouldn't have known, I don't know

[Outro]
Here's some free advice for you, okay? Don't fuck with me, you got that? You think you can fuck with me?
I was getting bands by my lone
You fucked it up yourself, it's like you tried to go broke, I know
If they catch me, I'll get life for this phone
Methods that I shouldn't have known, I don't know