[Intro]
Uh, yeah, woah, yeah

[Chorus]
Still motherfuckers can't kill me
I pop my motherfucking trunk, somebody film me
Still motherfuckers can't feel me
I'm on my motherfucking what's the fucking deal, G?

[Verse]
Fifty fucking thousand of them rounds
For that five-o, fuck 'em, put it down
Aye, shit, my check gon' weigh like fifty fucking pounds
How many bodies? Shit, I prolly couldn't count
Aye, tell 'em fuck rap
I fucking hate taking pictures, I tell 'em fuck rap
I fucking hate what it did to me, tell 'em fuck rap
Them body bags with them zippers on 'em, it's fuck rap and get the fuck back
Grow up, go get a job, be realistic, you could nеver get that far
Fuck 'em, I'ma stand on thеy neck (Woah)
Work 'til I'm dead 'til I rot, motherfucker, I'm a threat

[Chorus]
Still motherfuckers can't kill me
I pop my motherfucking trunk, somebody film me
Still motherfuckers can't feel me
I'm on my motherfucking what's the fucking deal, G?