Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
I don't fuck my bitch without my chains on
Aye
I don't fuck my bitch without my chains on me
I don't go nowhere without my thang on
I don't go nowhere without my thang on me, yeah
I just ran a mile in my red bottoms
Aye
Cracked the wifey, now she got a red bottom
Yeah
Run ya mouth about me, I won't do a damn
Thang
Yap about my fam, I'ma spray you like a weed
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Been another minute since I been up in it
Only been a real and independent mothafucka since the very beginning
Don't give a fuck about an opinion, never gonna pinion any part of me
Especially with a word or any amount of em
Got about a pound of em, comin at em
I'm never gonna let up and I'm never gonna let go of the machine gun
And no, I don't mean the poser with the name Machine Gun
What's he done besides wanting to be me?
But they're never gonna be anything but nothin' with nothin' to be
Number the beast that's disturbing the peace
Been a Yung Crowley since I wrote John Dee
Thelemite, illuminated, now I may be hated, but forgotten I'll never be
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
