text: If you fuck with me, come fuck with me
  Run up and say, Whats up my g
  Gizmo on a killing streak
  I catch you when you feeling weak
  You better start kneeling to me
  Dont know my capabilities
  Nobody out riddles me, Im breaking down facilities
  Book me at your local venue, they wont let me back
  Fuck it up, fuck it up but you know that wont set me back
  Making moves, making plays, just hit my line Ill hit you back
  I got love for anybody showing love and thats a fact
  Just watch me murder and mangle the game
  Nurture and set off the flame
  Fuck all the money and fame
  You cant outrun what I became
  Blunts burning as I dismay and dump rappers inside they graves
  Look for the road that I paved
  You wont find the way
  Pouring up my blue juice I need some Popeyes
  Whipping while I sip my Duce Duce, eating hot fries
  I heard yo girl was loose goose, but I aint surprised
  Rappers claim they tell truth but all they talk is lies
  Listen up, wake up, what the fuck
  Listen up, wake up, wake up, what the fuck
  Listen up, wake up, wake up, what the fuck
  What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck
  Aye
  Listen up, wake up, what the fuck
  Listen up, wake up, wake up, what the fuck
  Listen up, wake up, wake up, what the fuck
  What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck
  Aye