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



Credits
Writer(s): Darrell Wayne Caldwell, Donte Eugene Blacksher
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