| Shit, it’s 4:44 and I’m talking on my money phone |
| I’ve been stuntin' on ‘em all summer long |
| Your money gone, sweeter than some Honeycomb |
| Gettin' money long till you’re freaking phone bill |
| Go on, cut it on |
| Got some real homeboys, never done me wrong |
| You could meet us at the top then if not, well |
| You can fuck off and run along |
| People flip on you like a somersault, doin' cartwheels |
| Pourin' top-shelf liquor in my cocktail |
| The CLI-N-TEL Crew comin' like the cartel |
| Double-timing, but that’s how I feel |
| Better stay up in your lane |
| Get in mine, hit the guardrail |
| Trynna work, but the cards dealt |
| And still flex on ‘em like I’m doing curls with a barbell |
| Traffic in and out my house like it’s a yard sale |
| I be in the crib with a blonde bombshell |
| Livin' like a kingpin, did it with the inkpen |
| Shit I’m sayin' make sense when it sink in |
| I’m distinctive, pinky ring pimp |
| Spittin' shit that you think spin in distinction |
| Like the horn of a rhino, or elephant tusk |
| Soarin' through the sky like a pelican does |
| Snort a bunch of white, when I’m feelin' the buzz |
| You sayin' you supported, I can tell you’re jealous of us |
| But that’s cool with me 'cause my fanbase thick |
| You’re wounded again, make the band-aid stick |
| It’s a movement, you can shit the campaign, bitch |
| Light the fuse and I’m lit like a lampshade is |
| Every verse, I’m going on one of my rampages |
| Let the champagne fizz |
| I can show you how to get paid |
| But they just went and stole my template |
| Trynna copy me but they could never be this caliente, bitch |
| Time for me to bring the hardcore back |
| Got ‘em feeling like déjà vu |
| Anyone’ll get it when I’m on a warpath |
| And anybody in my way, I’m movin' |
| Then I snuck in when I seen the door crack |
| Then I made a new lane, make room |
| Little girl shit |
| They be on that dork rap (Swag) |
| Bunch of lame ass dudes |
| They don’t never spit no real shit |
| They be on that dork rap (I'm Lit) |
| How the fuck do you support that? (Yeah) |
| Thinkin' that you killin'? |
| What I’m hearin' is beyond whack (Sizzle) |
| It’s like the industry done gone mad |
| And I don’t ever feel shit, every single song’s bad (Fire) |
| Where the fuck they find these boys at? |
| I be on that real shit, y’all be on that dork rap (Swag) |
| How the fuck could you support that? |
| Suck my dick! |
| Shit, I was gonna ease up |
| People complainin' it’s hard to keep up |
| I’m like a lion inside of a herd of zebras |
| What, I gotta dumb it down now |
| 'Cause everyone else sounds |
| Like a down south rapper with a lean buzz? |
| Shit, I’m like a volcano, I’m bout to erupt |
| Bunch of A-List rappers get a D-Plus |
| You say I need to go? |
| Please, I was better than ‘em way before the goatee |
| All I had was peach fuzz |
| Lots of refer stickin' out my Nautica trunks |
| I was young and makin' all my money from drugs |
| Rollin' all my dollars, every one is a straw |
| I never listened to my momma |
| Told me «Johnny, be good.» |
| Finally made it as a rapper, never thought that I would |
| If I knew then what I know, I’d have slowed-down |
| Finished school, got a degree |
| 'Czuse it was shocking to see |
| This rap game is like a comedy club |
| But you the one that’s on stage gettin' laughed at |
| Puttin' dye up in your braids, wearin' man bags |
| Guess you need a place you can put your Tampax |
| Thinkin' that you’re hard |
| With your tattooed tears and your hand tats |
| I ain’t hatin' on the kids |
| Know a bunch of young dudes that’ll never get caught trynna flop that |
| One-track wonders, said they got racks comin' |
| All of a sudden, they got nothin' |
| 'Cause they fucked ‘em on they contract, bitch |
| Time for me to bring the hardcore back |
| Got ‘em feeling like déjà vu |
| Anyone’ll get it when I’m on a warpath |
| And anybody in my way, I’m movin' |
| Then I snuck in when I seen the door crack |
| Then I made a new lane, make room |
| Little girl shit |
| They be on that dork rap (Swag) |
| Bunch of lame ass dudes |
| They don’t never spit no real shit |
| They be on that dork rap (I'm Lit) |
| How the fuck do you support that? (Yeah) |
| Thinkin' that you killin'? |
| What I’m hearin' is beyond whack (Sizzle) |
| It’s like the industry done gone mad |
| And I don’t ever feel shit, every single song’s bad (Fire) |
| Where the fuck they find these boys at? |
| I be on that real shit, y’all be on that dork rap (Swag) |
| How the fuck could you support that? |
| Suck my dick! |
| This is how y’all rap: |
| «I be dressed up in tie-dye |
| Got some old-school Vans on my feet |
| Bout' to go for a bike ride |
| Got home, ordered crab rangoons and some fried rice |
| Tofu for my vegan friends |
| They spit bars, they don’t look like they rap though |
| My girl’s trynna be a creep again |
| All up in my phone, but she don’t know the passcode |
| I had it bad, yo |
| Almost didn’t finish college |
| I finally got a doctorate |
| I coulda been a brain surgeon |
| Fuck that! Imma do hip-hop instead! |
| Everything wavy like a waterbed |
| Spendin' all my cash that my father lent |
| Ballin' out hard on my father’s bread |
| Go and do shows for the college kids |
| And jump up and down on every song like «Jump Around» |
| But I ain’t never heard of Everlast |
| Take water bottles and I sling ‘em at the crowd when I rap |
| You can see ‘em gettin' wetter (swag) |
| Got a itch on my neck from my sweater tag |
| Double-XL on the freshman class |
| Say the word ‘Lit' twenty times a day |
| And I say the word ‘Litty' twenty times when I text you back |
| Sippin' green tea out a liquor flask |
| Sold-out shows, ain’t no tickets left |
| Hella fresh, small-ass t-shirt |
| Something that a middle school kid would have |
| Everything that I wish I had, I got now |
| Gettin' mad love when the boy’s back in town |
| Beside’s Drake, I’m the GOAT, people love my accent |
| I’m just glad Dork Rap’s a style |
| Hold up dude! |
| Did you hear what I fuckin' just said?! |
| Did you hear all those bars?! |
| Holy shit, it’s so fuckin' lit! |
| Dog! Dude, this shit’s litty! |
| Aight, let’s go to Whole Foods |
| Peace |