[Verse 1: Louie Pastel]
Finger bitches like a Tech Deck
Superman, her pussy bald like Lex
Draw on n***as who wanna act sketch
Not a gangster, this, I do confess
Pockets out of shape, they obese like
I'm just a dumb n***a, I don't teach right
Morals out of whack, I don't preach right (Wait, wait)
Who got the pills? I'm tryna geek like
My mind is abomination, I can't stand the population
You get up, they think you sayin'
Don't like me, I'm glad you hating
In Atlanta with a Mason
Felt like Kenny in my hood
I can die like any day, so every day, I need my payment
Me and bro like Shaq and Kobe
Shit you say is straight bologna
I'm so cool, a great producer
Bobby staring at Medusa
Shut up, bitch, I need medulla
One eye open, Slick the Ruler
In my circle like a hula
Everybody else got me like

[Chorus: Louie Pastel]
Hmm, hmm
Got me mad like hmm, hmm
Got me mad like hmm, hmm
Got me mad like hmm, hmm
Got me mad like—
[Verse 2: Felix]
Long dick
Got her long winded when she blew me down, it was a breeze
I got raw denim on my body, yes, it's Japanese
Raw denim in my DNA 'cause it's in my jeans
Just a raw n***a down to the core
Paris Texas swept the nation like a chore
If she at my house, got all four to the floor
My opps got bad acne, they all dirty and they poor
I don't need attention, you can pay me in respect
Huh, and that's on me
N***as still sorry like apologies
On that ground like a Nike SB
I'm punchin' this bitch like Apollo Creed
Animal, way I'm 'bout to skin this beat
The waviest human, it might be me
And I brought that hue, man, the manatee
On my notes, still blue like sea
I know n***as in the jungle street
Hairline trigger and it might recede
SMG through your AMG
Two fingers up, made her come in peace
Bitch give me head, got me stuck to my seat
This bitch got me talkin' like Jar Jar Binks
Haven't seen a bitch like three, four weeks
All 'cause she was with a n***a that's weak
[Chorus: Louie Pastel]
Hmm, hmm
Got me mad like hmm, hmm
Got me mad like hmm, hmm
Got me mad like hmm, hmm
Got me mad like hmm, hmm
Got me mad like hmm, hmm
Got me mad like hmm, hmm
Got me mad like hmm, hmm
Got me mad like—

[Bridge]
Get your money now, get your bag
I mean it

[Verse 3: Louie Pastel]
N***as do not get it, they ain't got no vision
I can't hang 'round bro no more, he movin' weird 'round bitches
I'm so antisocial, my bitch think that I'm autistic
Paint her walls, I get artistic, I'm sophisticated
Heavy melanated, no hairline, they hate I made it
I don't even believe in Jesus, auntie must've prayed it
I stand on ten, my opp'll sit like antonym
While I'm in her guts, her BF called, don't answer him
I can't stop playin', I need prayin' again (Okay, let's go)
I'm on M-A-R-S, movin' round like Rocky, man (Okay, let's go)
Eating in this bowl, you better fuck your body gland (Okay, let's go)
I'm on too much shit, I'm 'bout to kick it from the vans
Run 'em up when I grow, oh, look he up (Okay, let's go)
Lot of O's for the shows, stupid fuck (Okay, let's go)
Someone find my nicotine, I'm 'bout to bump (I'm 'bout to bump)
Drinking Hen', I'm in my prime, no Optimus (Okay, let's go)
I turned the fifth of vodka into a pessimist, okay, let's go
Half-empty, straight face, I never glitch, okay, let's go
Band-Aid over scar, I'm optimist, okay, let's go
See your blood fade first, I'm hittin' the paint, okay, let's go
This bitch's throat is not a fuckin' joke, I swear she never gag, I treat that cash like eenie, meenie, lil' n***a, I need more
Pullin' out this pin, this shit about to blow, it's like a frag, I never read that octagon, my n***a, I stay on G-O
[Verse 4: Felix]
Soon as I walk in the room, all of these n***as should get in they place
Soon as I walk in the room, watch how these bitches react to my face
Some light up like a candle, some'll get mad and that's okay
Give it a few more minutes, a bad one shakin' it all in my face
Huh, huh, like a trash man, watch how I manage the waist
Like a trash can, watch how I handle the dump
If I gauge 12 behind me, just like Morris, I gotta run
These bitches tryna move me, but it don't phase me, they want some
City on fire, put blame on us
Never did care for the fame on us
Pure bloodshed when it's paint on us
Fuck, I already said that shit
Said what I said and I meant that shit
Try to talk down, we gon' dead that shit
Left with his soul, we gon' kill this shit
Been 'bout time we behead this bitch
Woah