[Verse 1]
I prayed to God one day I be that nigga
He must've heard me, now these bitches telling me I'm triller
Than most these other motherfuckers talkin' 'bout they realer
We don't feel ya, I won't save your hoe but I might steal her
Hit your bitch like a painkiller
Nigga I ain't worried 'bout none
You the Forrest Gump type, bitch, I don't ever run
Talk nice, nigga, I ain't wanna fight, get hype and I might do ya some
Kush clouds blocking out the sun, half a zone to the face til it all gone
That's the type of shit we on, looking at me from beyond, saw you [?]
Pop one, go dumb, fuck shit up, slap a bitch or some'
Turn the fuck up, no mute button
Getting money 'round here, whole crew thuggin'
Kick her to the curb if she ain't cutting
Get so high that I can't function
No new niggas, I don't trust them
I stay finessing, keep jewels bussin'
Two iPhones and a Mac, that's futuristic trap shit
Got a Bentley and I'm passing it to my main chick while she push the whip
I'm getting it
Little nigga I'm getting it
Came for the throne give a fuck who defending it
My [?] swim in it
Body [?] so somebody please call forensics
[Hook]
Getting paid two ways, call that Bo Jackson
Never been to Europe, she more wardrobe made in Japan
Clothes reek of fire sativa, call that higher fashion
Stop askin' where I got from
My swag ain't for sale, can't buy you none
I'm fucking awesome
Two bad bitches down to spend the night
I'm on the highway swerving side to side
Live it up, I give a fuck if I die tonight
I'm fucking awesome
[Verse 2]
I'm running through downtown real slow
Tinted windows, destination the Lord only knows
Heart frozen cold
Don't study none of these hoes
Get what I want, then I go
Got all types of highs for my lows
Never love [?] off the [?]
Everywhere we go look like a scene out of Blow
[?] only time coming, got 'em on death row
Tell a hater choke on a dick die slow
Ain't no game, all I do is spit flame, pyro
Niggas don't want it with Triple Sixx
Extended clip aim for your head nigga, better lie low
Shout out my connect, thumbing through them bands, I be playing with a check
Got your main chick wet when I splash off in that bitch, no life vest
With the best take five blunts straight to the chest
Y'all niggas deserve a participant ribbon (loser)
You ain't fucking with me (no)
Not a fuck given (ha)
What it look like, nigga?
White line after line drinking hard liquor
Go hard 'til the sun shine through the window
Live fast, get paid, die young, the agenda
Fake trendsetters need to fall back
Supreme [?] logos I been on that
My bitch came straight outta [?]
Don't front like she ain't bad (I see you lookin')
Don't front like you ain't mad when I come through stuntin' little niggas like ya dad
We are not comrades, we ain't even in the same category
I'm fucking awesome
[Hook]
Getting paid two ways, call that Bo Jackson
Never been to Europe, she more wardrobe made in Japan
Clothes reek of fire sativa, call that higher fashion
Stop askin' where I got from
My swag ain't for sale, can't buy you none
I'm fucking awesome
Two bad bitches down to spend the night
I'm on the highway swerving side to side
Live it up, I give a fuck if I die tonight
I'm fucking awesome, I'm fucking awesome
I'm fucking awesome, I'm fucking awesome
I'm fucking awesome, I'm fucking awesome
I'm fucking awesome, I'm fucking awesome
I'm fucking awesome
Two bad bitches down to spend the night
I'm on the highway swerving side to side
Live it up, I give a fuck if I die tonight
I'm fucking awesome
