[Intro]
Hollywood Bangerz
Never thought I'd see the day when you talk like a fuckin' punk
Fuck you, man
Yo, chill
No, fuck chill
You gotta snatch some collars and let them motherfuckers know you there to take them out
Any time you feel like it
You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner
Get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to
Otherwise, you ain't shit
You might as well be dead your damn self
Tryna tell me I ain't shit?
I ain't tryna tell you shit
I'll tell your mama you ain't shit

[Chorus]
If I was a shorty, I wouldn't look up to y'all n***as, ayy
Whole lot of fu' fuck shit, I can't fuck with y'all n***as, ayy
My loyalty run deep, just know I'm stuck with my n***as
You probably dead, bullet in your head, leave it all up to my n***as, ayy
I've been dealing with problem after problem
How you his artist, ain't starvin'?
I know you shot before a target
Thought it was easy, bye-bye to G Marshall
Turn up on 'em like I'm off a molly
Lift him like a dolly, hit him with the shotty, ayy
Fuck 'em all, no condom
Fuck it, I'll never say sorry
[Verse 1]
I been really coolin' in a mansion
Shorty on me, said my diamonds dancing
Bend her over, hit her with the cannon
Take that pussy to another planet
Talk about me, I don't understand it
All these haters on me 'cause I'm feeding families
Money on his head, nobody know what happened
If you pull up on me, then you know we clappin'
I could take your bitch and put her on a mattress
Boy, you love to make love, she want it faster
N***as out here tweetin' like they been a savage
Dick ridin' lil' Marshall Mathers
Had to put on my turban like I'm Aladdin
N***as out here cappin', Black Lives Matter
We don't ever see you, boy, you like a shadow
Got him curling up, armadillo
Pillow talking leave you on a pillow
N***a, come get a job from me
We got somethin' that'll fix the issue
Bring that Wild'n Out chick with you
You switched up on me like I was against you
Fuck that bitch unless she been official
Damn, I thought you 'posed to been a legend
Now that boy all up in his feelings
[Chorus]
If I was a shorty, I wouldn't look up to y'all n***as, ayy
Whole lot of fu' fuck shit, I can't fuck with y'all n***as, ayy
My loyalty run deep, just know I'm stuck with my n***as
You probably dead, bullet in your head, leave it all up to my n***as, ayy
I've been dealing with problem after problem
How you his artist, ain't starvin'?
I know you shot before a target
Thought it was easy, bye-bye to G Marshall
Turn up on 'em like I'm off a molly
Lift him like a dolly, hit him with the shotty, ayy
Fuck 'em all, no condom
Fuck it, I'll never say sorry

[Verse 2]
I lost some bitches that said they was with me
I lost some n***as, them n***as was bitches
Kept it cool, never did it for attention
Never had a gimmick, always been the realest, yeah
Used to call n***as big bro and shit
Look up to n***as, they on phony shit
Talkin' crazy 'bout me, I ain't notice shit
Should've seen the fake, but I ain't notice it
I don't owe you, you don't owe me shit
I bounce right back on 'em, I Kobe shit
Actin' like n***as ain't told me shit
Fuck all that, fuck all that friend and that homie shit
N***as ain't fuckin' with me, they don't know what to do
Pull up with the gang, that shit NCredible
If you my mans, then I never front on you
Not for no ho, see, that I won't ever do
N***as sneak dissing, but that shit is federal
Thought you was solid, you soft as an edible
'Posed to make the money, but money makin' you
All your old music, we used to relate to you
Why you hate on me, cuz? I never hate on you
N***as talk about you, I would debate on you
Sold all them albums but numbers don't make you move
These n***as fake
[Chorus]
If I was a shorty, I wouldn't look up to y'all n***as, ayy
Whole lot of fu' fuck shit, I can't fuck with y'all n***as, ayy
My loyalty run deep, just know I'm stuck with my n***as
You probably dead, bullet in your head, leave it all up to my n***as, ayy
I've been dealing with problem after problem
How you his artist, ain't starvin'?
I know you shot before a target
Thought it was easy, bye-bye to G Marshall
Turn up on 'em like I'm off a molly
Lift him like a dolly, hit him with the shotty, ayy
Fuck 'em all, no condom
Fuck it, I'll never say sorry

[Outro]
Hollywood Bangerz
Used to look up to y'all n***as
Damn, used to look up to y'all n***as
Used to look up to y'all n***as, ayy
Damn, I used to look up to y'all n***as
Now, y'all just a bunch of fuck n***as