Hey, hey
Bye, bye, bye

Don't ask me no questions, like what genre this album is
I'm Gordon Ramsay cheffin' in this kitchen, no suggestions
What's my mood? Look at mood boards, I'm a lot of artists' reference
Got a lot of sons out here, I should've used a contraceptive
I'm like Usher, I got some confessions
Don't ask where your momma was at back in 2011
I give D but I'm not defensive, that's probably why I'm offensive
I'm freestyling this for free 'cause I know we in a recession
I ain't lost touch
You can have my Rolls-Royce, I'm gon' ride the bus
I spent way longer being down than I been up
They don't love me for my money, it's because I'm real as fuck
I don't switch up but let me switch this up
I do what the fuck I feel
I got screws loose so I told them: Drill
And these fangs in my mouth, huh, these not grills
I'm sober now but the next single gon' pop like pills
Come out singing like I'm Justin Bieber
And I'm still a threat, show me respect like I'm the reaper
I hear them talking 'bout the white boy, well I guess I'm a zebra
They couldn't' cage me in a zoo, I wouldn't like me either
We not *NSYNC so (bye, bye) throw the deuces (bye, bye)
Yeah, I'm ruthless (bye, bye)
I mean I hit one button and my car the roof go (bye, bye)
I know a lot of people got opinions
I'm happy for you, I'ma let you finish
After I come back and take back all the credits you owe me from all of you bitches (bye, bye)