[Verse 1: No Fatigue]
A lot of sh*t has changed, watch me do my thing
No, I'm not Terrance Howard, but I might hit your main
Gave me so much head, I don't feel no brain
b*tch it's No Fatigue, I won't ever drain
Took her like a chain ever since it changed up
No that's not my b*tch but she don't f*ck with lames now
But that sh*t you talking we won't entertain now
I should call you Stitches, hating on The Game now
Different birds, different days, different nest yup
She like when I backshot, I make her breast jump
Good in the mid-range like Westbrook
In the booth, I'm Bobby Flay, watch the chef cook
Talking slick, you not Rick, that will get you hit
Four like a baby in her belly, yeah that b*tch got kick
Come on like Porzingis , I'll smoke a pus*y like a Knick
Let that b*tch rock like a band it blew like a kiss
Money tall as the ceiling it need leg room
Slide through baby girl, yeah f*ck a nude
Your threesome baby girl yeah I f*ck wit you
I'm number one and sh*tting on em, yes I wanted to
That b*tch spitting like B Rabbit, don't get silly yeah
Imma shoot that b*tch till it smoke just like a hippy yeah
All my n*ggas know is hustle, just like Nipsey yeah
Aye, I get money just like 50 yeah
Get on beats and feel my sub just like I'm titty yeah
Get on beats and I go stupid just like Billy yeah
Shout out my n*ggas, this sh*t more than a milly yeah
About that bread and I be there in a Jiffy yeah
[Verse 2: $avage]
Mob sh*t man
Mob
We run up, middle of the day, shoot you in your face
Fruity n*ggas always run their mouth
But wouldn't bust a grape
AK, pop out out the cut with the AK
Shoot your ass then we do your ass like Kobe fade away
Whole team full of shooters n*gga
Like we hooping n*gga
Big shells size of King Koopa
Send 'em at your troopers
f*ck computers we don't do debates
You gone die today
Love my choppa like I'm Tay-K
But b*tch this not a race, first place
b*tch I been won, this sh*t been done
Rob a pus*y for them bands, uh
Keep them hands up
Wrong move and I blam ya
One shot and one
We got hundreds in them AR 15s, f*ck a handgun
Bratttttttt
That's the titties uh
Drum it hold 50 uh
n*ggas iffy uh
Glizzy got the stiffy uh
That's that 30 rounds, bullets got em getting down
Pop his f*cking nose, yeah that's how you kill a clown
Yeah you know he told but that n*gga still around
A n*gga snitching in the MOB and we gone kick him out
I'm on that cash sh*t, run up no mask yeah
Do a n*gga dirty, rob him for his last yeah
Take a n*gga sh*t
f*ck a n*gga b*tch
Shoot a movie, drop the sh*t unload the clip
Reload the clip
These n*ggas running lip
But they ain't doing sh*t
Shout out... stay the f*ck off my di*k! b*tch