| Everyone can eat shit! |
| A big bag of shit! |
| Haha, I’m the greatest man, in the world! |
| Yeah |
| (Hook) |
| Run it all back, don’t talk to me, (don't talk to me) |
| Say my shit’s wack, don’t talk to me, (don't talk to me) |
| Never call back, don’t talk to me, (don't talk to me) |
| Y’all want me to act like I’m different right? |
| Comin' back with a different vibe |
| Let me act like a different guy |
| Like I ain’t did it all that |
| Mother fuckers tryna get up on the track |
| Run it back (whoo) |
| Let me run it back so we know |
| I be on the track and I’m bad like Leo |
| I just love the fact that I have no ego |
| Catchin' out a pass like a running back for Marino, I’ma |
| Never looked back, I don’t need to |
| Never had a rapper to feature |
| Fuck it’s too bad, but who needs ya |
| I be on back as I blast through your speakers like |
| Steppin' on the gas, it’s automatic |
| Mother fuckers lookin' at me, like they never wanna have it |
| But it’s smart because if y’all just try to step up to the track |
| And try to diss me, I’ll just end you like a drug just do to attics, I’ma |
| Take a step back, let me see ‘em |
| All this competition’s weak, where the fuck was all freedom |
| That’s these mother fuckers had, on the second that they meet ‘em |
| Why the fuck would I just join ‘em, if I know that I can beat ‘em |
| I’m spittin' fire now but I’m so cold |
| I don’t need no lovey shit, I’m stickin' to the bro code |
| Tryna stay away from these hoes, but they won’t go |
| Watch me as I put these little bitches in a choke hold |
| Oh no, let ‘em breathe though |
| I know you be mad, but your attitude is weak though |
| Think about your ego |
| We know they a liar and a cheat hoe |
| But murder isn’t something that I probably really need though |
| ‘Cause now it’s |
| Run it all back on the daily |
| Your mother and your dad probably hate me |
| I just wanna rap, is it crazy? |
| Go ahead now and just play me |
| Okay, I’m back like Johnny Cash |
| If you faggots ain’t really happened to noticed, I’m fuckin' bad like Cool J on |
| a fuckin' track |
| And I’m laughin' my fuckin' ass off |
| ‘Cause half of you fuckin' faggots will never attack |
| But this mother fucker is tryna act like he’s bigger than that |
| But why are you bickerin' back? |
| I’m grabbin' your bags ‘cause you mother fuckers ain’t kickin' it back |
| I’m flippin' the flipidy back, and giving you bitches a pat |
| And you hate my music, than you can take a big dick in the ass |
| So I’ma |
| (Hook) |
| Run it all back, don’t talk to me, (don't talk to me) |
| Say my shit’s wack, don’t talk to me, (don't talk to me) |
| Never call back, don’t talk to me, (don't talk to me) |
| Y’all want me to act like I’m different right? |
| Comin' back with a different vibe |
| Let me act like a different guy |
| Like I ain’t did it all that |
| Mother fuckers tryna get up on the track |
| Run it back (whoo) |