Questioning Your Theory

Ass in the front, ho in the back

My ************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 ************t, ************

You don't even know my name you claim to know the game

************, I slaughter

Gotchyo' daughter

Step the ******* back, I know you want her now I got her

I'm on some childish ************t

You *******s think I'm really playin'

I roll up to the function mad as *******, I'm super-saiyan

Man, you know damn well I pay straight with the commas

I wanna eat good

******* catch me at yo' mommas

Weird as *******, you catch me in Dubai on a *******' llama

Hot as *******, you find me posted in a mother *******' 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, *******

Don't tell me that you never gettin' played, *******

*******, *******

Know 'bout me, know 'bout me, *******s, know 'bout me (x2)

Yeah

Fake ************ say they really know 'bout me

Forget a ******* lyric, man

That's all I gotta see

Get your mother *******' hands off me

Try to prove me wrong, I say you gotta *******' leave

Never see

I was born and raised in a damn igloo

Dumb ************ really think that's a damn issue

Night rode up, blacked out, like a shadow in the night

Sayin' that I'm always right

Know 'bout me, know 'bout me, *******s, know 'bout me (x2)

Yeah