My dealer told me that his dude ain't supply
Don't want to see me when my mood isn't right
You seem scream? I'm the dude with the knife
Inside me is where the movie resides
My best advice to you niggas hide
I catch you make another movie tonight
Any scenario, you can't survive
Make your body an exhibit when I show you you're insides
Fuck around and get found rolling down 285
I hit your crib my dick hadouken your bride

Ain't in the mood to explain just know this dude ain't too sane
Obama, Hussein, 2 Chainz, I'm all them dudes mane
I am bombing you mane, turn you to barbecue mane
Cooking parts of you that you ain't know was a part of you mane
I'm hardly humane
Matter of fact I'm from team Get Doe
Might climb through your window
Like bro man from the fifth floor
How I get down you should get low
You make... the soundtrack... for bitches... like Sisqo
And I make... the soundtrack... for rolling weed and kick doors

Shit got me crunk I need a different type of gas
Yeah okay you say you bad, but I whoop a different type of ass
A foot get put up your ass if I'm a different type of mad
You in a bag, it and I will be a different type of glad
If I can't get to light my grass, then I just grip the mic and spaz
Something like Joe Jackson when he whipping Michael's ass and

I never been with that temporary talk
Having visionary thoughts, cartwheeling where you scared to walk
Been a bear and been a boss, been the Floss, fuck you thought
Think you kicking shit like me? Cut your feet and kick some salt
Fuckin Mark, fuckin narc
Goldfish can't fuck with sharks
I'm like Jordan when I spark
Bruh you can't beat me wearing Clarks
But I can beat you in some flops, but different level of talent
You make it rain, I make it flood, a different level of damage
You thinking weak shit is hot, we got different levels and standards
Bitch I been made in China from linking up with the pandas

Was out there speaking Mandarin
Showin em this Atlanta shit
Handling yuan all over the planet I'm the man you bitch
Put em on this rapping shit, had em tripping like accidents
The sauce is splashing, get a napkin
You could use a dash of this
Put the city on my shoulders probably why my back is stiff
Your girl ain't have to book a flight, you know we got it cracking here

I'm like what's up on my boss shit like I'm fuckin Stan
Mixed with some Hustle Man, get to steppin brother man
You gone be throwing shade until you catch these fuckin hands
Cuz all that foul shit you doing snap back like rubber bands
You playing Yes Man that make you dumb and dumber fam
Try me with that, you get hit like you pitching underhand
Before I swung he said
Floss I got a fuckin gram
And I said fuckin damn

I can't even beat yo ass right now bruh
Gimme that shit
Smoked that shit
That shit was smokin too
The end muhfuckah