[Intro]
Hey, little whippersnappers, welcome to the pterodactyl crown
Please silence your phone 'cause nobody wants to hear that sh*t
I'm so excited for this movie, bro
After paying 12 f*ckin' dollars for a goddamn movie
Ayy, watch it, man
Thank you
Shh, shut up
[Verse 1]
Now you wanna download sh*t, sh*t, sh*t
'Member when you used to say no about goin' to the show
Now you in the front row
Lookin' like a hoe tryna give me clips of the kid
Now you wanna suck my di*k, di*k, di*k
I remember last year, you was like, "Yeah, I downloaded it
But uh, I still ain't get to it yet," sh*t
Now you wanna smoke my sh*t, sh*t, sh*t
You was like, "Show a lil' love, let me hit that blunt"
n*gga, I ain't passin' you sh*t
Oh, so, now you wanna be part sh*t
Well that's too bad 'cause we don't give a f*ck
Listen up, start turnin' up
I came a long way from slingin' pro'
I'm singin' mo'
sh*t, n*gga, I done been on tour
Been f*ckin' whores from around the world
But no, it don't stop there
And you know it doesn't
Turn the page, n*gga, no, you wasn't
Anime, you ain't heard of him, but now you love
So listen, balls in the fake, all in the same
I'ma take this sh*t to the next
No time left, my success story, gotta take over here
Mix it up with a little punch, my n*ggas finna move in here
And if somebody ask if you seen my ass, don't tell 'em sh*t
[Chorus]
I'm bangin' through your head just like a hangover (Hangover)
I fit in pictures only 'til the pain's over (Pain's over)
Controlla in Miami 'til the game's over (Games' over)
(Over, over)
[Verse 2]
I'm comin' straight for your neck
I know what's next, seen through your deck
b*tch, I'm grimy
I don't need no respect (f*ck)
Just two hoes and a check
Anime and some friends
Who's about the sh*t that I am
To have a good time while I can
Because the brain don't give me sh*t (No)
Now ain't that a b*tch?
They say, "Go independent," I say, "Independent my di*k" (My di*k, di*k)
I rep the game so hard, they don't even know I exist
So it's frisk store, goin' everythin' until I'm out this b*tch (Yeah)
I thought we'd all would ball, I thought we'd all would get rich
But nobody cares, gives two sh*ts 'bout the kid
They tell me, "Do this," but they ain't never there
So I do this sh*t on my own, I gots to keep it trill
(Trill)
[Chorus]
I'm bangin' through your head just like a hangover
I fit in pictures only 'til the pain's over
Controlla in Miami 'til the game's over
(Over, over)
[Outro]
It's over
It's over