I’m sick of the rah-rah-rah

I’m not finna slide if your block hot

Big rock band, he’s a shooter

Heard him talkin’ about the hacks, no computer (Yeah)

Eat a drumstick (Yeah)

Top dawg, but my bitch still eat Top Ramen (Yeah)

Met my mom

My mom said she a top woman (Yeah)

I got fame and she help me keep my conscious (Yeah)

I don’t sneak around, if I do, I have fun (Huh)

If they cancel me, then I retire, get the drum (Yeah)

If they cancel me, then I might have to pop the trunk (Yeah)

If they cancel me, I black on black my Air Force Ones (Yeah, let’s go)

Tired of rah-rah-rah

Serve a look, bitch face like raw, raw, raw

Say he quit the double cup, that’s raw, raw, raw

Hit your ho, I’m finna nut, say bye, bye, bye

Leave a nigga stranded

I’m a fuck nigga (Yeah, yeah)

I’m a fuckin’ bandit (Yeah)

On my momma Janice (Okay)

Eatin’ Church’s Chicken (Chicken)

All I eat is chicken (Yeah)

Beat the box like (Let’s go)

Beat the box like (Let’s go)

Whole Foods on my neck, fuckin’ up

Pink clothes to my neck, fuckin’ up

My bitch messy, my neck fuckin’ up

I get bands, you pay respect, fuckin’ up

Check, check, check, check, check please

Check one, two, get your bitch off me

Your bitch on TV if my sex tape leak

Your bitch on DVD, she won an ESPY

Tired of raw, raw, raw

Serve a look, bitch phrase like raw, raw, raw

Say he quit the double cut, that’s raw, raw, raw

Hit your ho, I’m finna nut, say bye, bye, bye