Having Fun

Stinky, stinky, chinky

Teen in my hand, I went blank from not blinkin'

A beam on the forty, can you blame me for not thinkin'?

Mind gone, this is my throne

Forty pointers in the watch, I can't tell time wrong

Pourin' fives in the soda, bitch my mind gone

Yeah, you fly but we in a different timezone

Hittin' gates in Margielas is what I'm on

That Freddy Krueger strangle Judas with a python, I'm that rude

Boosie fade like I came from Baton Rouge, that too

Ten chains on, bitch my neck hurt, that cool

Shanaynay, Shanaynay, I'm 'bout to show you what this MAC do

Sheesh, all I wanted was the bankroll

Rob me, that's somethin' that you ain't doin'

Yeah, you got a pint of Hi-Tech, but it's Akorn, beat it

Shit, fuck all the homies if I could leave it up to Beaver

I put Buddha on my neck, I tried to leave it up to Jesus

Traphouse jumpin', you peep the snotty-nosed kids in here

Drakeo the Ruler, call me mister sneak an F and N

Hoes say "I'm heaven sent, I'm dope, I'm the man, man", ugh

Tired of bein' calm

Man you niggas too old to be playin', you'll get hung

Come on bro, stop playin', yeah I'm the rapper with the gun

We aim for head then shoulders, you niggas know you better run

Now please don't take this personal, I'm just a nigga havin' fun

Tired of bein' calm

I'm 'bout to hop out and start smackin' shit

Slid in a Jasky, I am not these other rappers bitch

Mister fuckin' Mosely, everybody know I'm packin' steel

High on a beanstalk with Jack and Jill, that's rapper ill, ugh

Shit, if we beefin' let me know somethin'

Shoutout to Harvard, them my niggas, they like to pour hundreds

Drakeo why you holdin' a draco, you 'bout to blow somethin'?

Broke ass niggas that be hatin' but never throw money

In Bathing Ape head to toe, I'm fresh out the jungle

Shanaynay, Shanaynay, just shut down the royal rumble

Lost my muscle in a tussle and came back bustin'

Ain't 'bout to peace treat nothin', that ain't up for discussion

Let's be real, they already know the deal

'Cause if I hit Bambino, your brains be layin' in the field

Let's be real, they already know the deal

'Cause if I hit Bambino, your brains be layin' in the field, ugh

Tired of bein' calm

Man you niggas too old to be playin', you'll get hung

Come on bro, stop playin', yeah I'm the rapper with the gun

We aim for head then shoulders, you niggas know you better run

Now please don't take this personal, I'm just a nigga havin' fun