Yo -

You ain't saying shit, you should bite the fuck down
N*ggas always wanna play too cool when you around
How's that real clout? When I see your fake chains brown
That's a real snout, on my potnas- shhh, you dyin' now

A lot of n*ggas out here still posing like rockstars
Imma show you how to really not give a fuck
Tap ya database to blow ya spot - I bet he run
How you tough online, but IRL don't want the ones?

N*ggas tried to count me out, I'm back from the dead
With more power than I ever had
My dick all in ya mouth (bitch)
N*ggas say they gang, talk about you then they smile

Keep precision on my vision with these two-faced sided clowns
Bout to train for martial arts, so motherfuck a gun
I ain't with that tough shit, but you'll be shitting when I'm done
I'm just talking ish, I just do that shit for fun
Lotta rappers think they big and bad, but can you back it up, yuh

I walk in this bitch hand on my dick
Walking like I'm Vincе
Chain gang, I can't break the code on my John Cеna shit
Set ya spot ablaze, I had a knick for fire as a kid
West coast n*gga, feeling ATL the way I'm stomping shit

I broke up with my hoe, think I'm finna hit the streets again
Can't feel a thing unless lil shawty hoppin' on my (hey)
And I been on the edge with how my mama sick
Been tiktoking with the devil, we went viral when I split his wig

Hey, I'm outta pocket - been that way since a kid
Dust on my shoulder on occasion, a lil chip
These clout chasers tired, why they on they knees again?
These n*ggas buying fans, hope you don't breathe again

Been working on my peace, I need to see a therapist
I'd rather slit my wrist and end that shit like Actavis
Wait, no, I'm tripping fuck that shit, but I ain't getting jipped
All that money can go to the life that we ain't lived

I'm still hittin licks
I ain't signed yet, better wake the fuck up Mitch Lucker
Cause me? No I ain't die yet

I bring the swag to anything, I feel like Rhymefest
I should name you rappers "3.14", y'all boys pie man

Raw shit to yo face, can you digest?
Fall shit, these bodies droppin' like it's mind sex
Crack rock laced in my flow, grab the Pyrex
I been on my grind for hella long, why I ain't signed yet? (x2)
I ain't signed yet

Aye, It's Hash Motherfucking Gordon
Hashy F baby, boy with the master plan
Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Aha, I got my mental health right

Got my paper right, I'm eating good
My skin good, I'm drinking juice
My bitch bad, my mama proud
All gas, no breaks it ain't safe for you bitch ass n*ggas

Stop playin' with me like I ain't that n*gga

I'm out!