Questioning Your Theory lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ass in the front, ho in the back
My sh*t so good they'll probably tell me that I made a stack
Toppin' bricks on top of bricks
Layin' sticks I'm off this sh*t, b*tch
You don't even know my name you claim to know the game
b*tch, I slaughter
Got your daughter
Step the f*ck back, I know you want her now I got her
I'm on some childish sh*t
You n*ggas think I'm really playin'
I roll up to the function mad as f*ck, I'm Super-Saiyan
Man, you know damn well I pay straight with the commas
I wanna eat good
n*gga catch me at yo' momma's
Weird as f*ck, you catch me in Dubai on a f*ckin' llama
Hot as f*ck, you find me posted in a motherf*ckin' sauna
Never see me in yo' city, man
I straight hop over borders
Gun sacks in my closet, man
I straight link with the hoarders
No quarters
I'm always gettin' paid, n*gga
Don't tell me that you never gettin' played, n*gga
n*gga, n*gga
[Hook]
Know 'bout me, know 'bout me, n*ggas, know 'bout me
Know 'bout me, know 'bout me, n*ggas, know 'bout me, yeah

[Verse 2]
Fake b*tches say they really know 'bout me
Forget a f*cking lyric, man
That's all I gotta see
Get your motherf*ckin' hands off me
Try to prove me wrong, I say you gotta f*ckin' leave
Never see
I was born and raised in a damn igloo
Dumb b*tches really think that's a damn issue
Night rode up, blacked out, like a shadow in the night
Sayin' that I'm always right

[Outro]
Know 'bout me, know 'bout me, n*ggas, know 'bout me
Know 'bout me, know 'bout me, n*ggas, know 'bout me, yeah