[Intro]
Yuh, yuh, uh
Ooo, “Joyner”, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yup
I don’t really f–k with no!!! “yo”
[Verse 1]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang
‘Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs
I don’t really f–k with no brand names
Joyner ’bout to go on a rampage “ohh”
They don’t wanna see me let the chopper bang “yeah”
Get this b—h jumping like Shabba Ranks “ohh”
What’s a Lil Pump to a rocket flame “yeah”
Turn your pink dreads into pocket change “woo”
All you new rappers don’t be talking ’bout s–t except doing d**
Wonder how you got a name “d–n”
Sipping lean, taking E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same “f–k”
Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain “woo”
Hope you n—-s suffer til you pop a vein “yeah”
This s–t made your mother wanna ovulate, “yeah”
This s–t make your doctors wanna stop a train
Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Prada, Dolce “Dolce”
Back when I was broke and no one know me “woah”
I couldn’t afford it and now that I got the money I don’t even want this s–t ’cause it ain’t for me “Joyner”
I always been myself, you dont know me “woah”
Yeah I was so depressed, I was lonely
The man on the horse, all I had was Ralph Lauren
Then I went and signed a deal and bought a pony “woah”
Yeah I’m taking it back and then I’m smacking you b—–s and laughing
And I’m k**ing them, hacking them, and sending your body right back to them
You wonder what’s happening
I’m flipping new syllables, acronyms
I guess I’ma practice it
You f—–s are f—–g embarra**ing
You ain’t gonna be happy when I’m on top and I’m gonna be popping
All of you gonna be dropping like birds dropping on your all on your conscious
All you n—-s watchin I’m spittin, slap all on your coffin, I repeat You lost and you f-ckas sleeping You’re pillow talking
And you dream all day, that’s per year
All you hoe n—-s leave your purse here
I am your favorite rapper’s worst fear
Raised in the mud crying, dirt tears
Just a bunch of kids in the high chair
Couldn’t get a buzz even if you had lightyear
Wouldn’t get no love even if your heart’s right here
N—-s got guns so nobody want to fight fair, no
Hit ’em with the Ric Flair and the suplex
I ain’t never been scared, b—h, I’m ruthless
Raised by the ghetto
Know some gangs that’ll get em
Split ’em right down the middle like a f—–g duplex
Break a n—a toes, make ’em do the two-step
Crib full of hoes, now I feel like Hugh Hef
Got a bad stripper b—h, all we do is have s-x
And she love s**ing d–k so I call her loose neck “woah”
Making a panic with my s–t and I’m flipping up banisters
I’m ready to handle and dismantle and crush and vanish “s–t”
I hit em and send em into walls, then I got em enchanted
Then my f—-n hands that holdin the hammer banging and slammin
k**ing ’em in the ambulance, they dyin, they bleedin, they tremblin
I’m really sick and I got a stiff as a f—–g manican
I paint a picture a pica**o vision, ?I’m not a sell out fan?
I got ’em swinging they on my d–k and grabbin my balls again
Now, Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco
I ain’t spanish but I know the lingo
Atlantic told me that my flow a hundred
But my album ain’t come unless I got a f—–g single
Well I don’t give a f–k about no air record
I just remix your s–t and get big off it
I just murder every mother f—–g beat while I’m dreaming of getting paid in my mother f—–g sleep, g—–n
[Outro]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang
‘Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs
I don’t really f–k with no brand names
Joyner ’bout to go on a rampage “ohh”
They don’t wanna see me let the chopper bang “yeah”
Get this b—h jumping like Shabba Ranks “yeah”
What’s a Lil Pump to a rocket flame “wow”
Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada gang “yeah”
All you new rappers don’t be talking ’bout s–t except doing d**
Wonder how you got a name “uh”
Sipping lean, taking E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same “f–k”
Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain “woo”
Hope you n—-s suffer til you pop a vein “huh”
Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada gang “woo”
I don’t really f–k with no brand names “yeah”