What?

Ayy, this is a Trademark product

Trademark!

I′m finna cut that boy up like vasectomy

Fuck all that talking, lil' bitch bring that neck to me

Krusty Krab shit, bitch I still got the recipe

Bitch I feel like Mrs. Puff they ain′t testin' me

I told Trademark cook a beat with no melody

Stay with that heat, are you stupid Penelope?

I'm on the road, what the fuck is they telling me?

Strapped like a dyke, bitch I came with that Ellen piece

Wait, bitch!

Hold up, Red dot-eem (pew-pew)

Huh, head shotty (boom!)

Pop out Red Bottoms, uh

Whole gang silent, ayy

Seen him in the beam got him (bow!)

This 40 gon′ run in his wallet, ayy

Said he pulling up, highly doubt it

Pop out the cut with that whatchamacallit

Air out this bitch like I′m CJ McCollum

No bitch, I don't trip I′m allergic to falling

Shoutout to my city, I keep me a rocket

If he talking loud we gon' get outta pocket

These rap niggas suck, all they moves I′ma mock it, uh

If you speak the tour nigga stop it, uh

Take it to the grave then lock it, uh

Cook a nigga up, Hot Pocket

Wait, walk in this bitch, they gon' walk on my dick

Never lost in this bitch

New Patek, no bust in this bitch

My bitch, she freaky, she wanna get dinky

I tell her get lost in this bitch

I′m in that Tesla, you know that I'm extra

We finna lift off in this bitch

Wait, walk in this bitch, they gon' walk on my dick

Never lost in this bitch

New Patek, no bust in this bitch

Did it 3 times like the Hangover

Popped a molly, she said she ain′t staying sober

It ain′t over til big DC say its over

Grab her heart and crash it with my Range Rover

Girl it ain't hard to be ruthless, it′s easy

Ask Dr. Dre and Ice Cube, they believe me

Ice with Dasani we over to Fiji

Are they talking to me or are my eyes just deceiving?

I don't know if I′m able, I feel like The Weeknd

Pop up out the bushes, creepin'

Put him on the gram, leak it, uh

In the full minivan, geekin′

I'm finna cut that boy up like vasectomy

Fuck all that talking, lil' bitch bring that neck to me

Krusty Krab shit, bitch I still got the recipe

Bitch I feel like Mrs. Puff they ain′t testin′ me

I told Trademark cook a beat with no melody

Stay with that heat, are you stupid Penelope?

I'm on the road, what the fuck is they telling me?

Strapped like a dyke, bitch I came with that Ellen piece

Strapped with that 9, bitch I′m goin' insane

I′m gon' cock that bitch back and put two in his brain

You still think that you good just because of your name?

Come to Milwaukee, we taking his chain

Bitch I′m on my Levar, told him stay in his lane

Get him outta this bitch, he ain't really with gang

You weren't with the kid when I was broke where it hang

There′s a difference between organic niggas and lames

Goin′ dragon mode, nose blowin' out hella flames

It don′t matter though, I got immune to propane

Pocket's fatter though, finna go ′09 Lil Wayne (on my momma!)

Like a lion this shit can't be tamed (fact!)

Finna make DC F. Baby my name

Goin′ Stunna, no Baby, I buy out the plane

You still wanna be here but this shit ain't the same

Fuck this industry shit I want money no fame, bitch (pussy ass)

Yeah, yeah, ayy (let's go)

Better come at me, problem (bitch)

In the hills eatin′ steak with the lobster (what?)

And he said to send a nigga to the doctor

Dumbass nigga

Bye!

Bitch!

He out of there, stupid

Tough, what

Dummy

Dumb boy, stupid, yeah you, lil′ nigga, lil' nigga, lil′ nigga