Ladies and gentlemen All that lil' slick shit, all that lil' fake ass shit Man I be readin' that shit, man Y'all don't really fuck with me, ayy, ayy, ayy You don't really fuck with me So stop actin' like you fuck with me 'Cause I ain't gon' act like I fuck with you I'ma put that shit on Red Ayy Ayy, you don't really fuck with me, so you could just cut it out I see you know I peep what you all about You ain't fuckin' over me, I rather fuck your mouth You just wanna roll with me and soak up all my clout Gettin' tired of niggas reachin' out and tryna talk So much flavor, all these haters keep on droppin' salt (Ooh, I fuck with that) I ain't even write it down, Red Skelton Laugh out loud, uh, clown, uh Look, I ain't never go through no heart surgery (uh, yuh, yuh) 'Cause I can't see no lil' hoe hurtin' me (ayy, ayy) But I done broke some hearts, ask my clergy, B (ayy, ayy) I'm like how the fuck this nigga in front of me? (ayy, ayy) I'm like what the fuck, this nigga been watchin' me? Like how this nigga sittin' here tellin' me about me? Antoneisha say I was fightin' in my dream (ayy) That lil' bitch hustlin' say I'm fightin' in my sleep (yuh, yuh) Three angels on my team fightin' demons Lil' bih, nigga, I kill, stealin', I be cheatin' (yeah, nah, nah) Ain't no grim, yeah, but I be reapin' (ayy, yuh) Ayy, it's Valentine's Day, but I'm Halloweenin' (yuh) I spin, bend, merry-go-round Even when I'm married, nigga, I'm hoein' around I don't believe in karma, that shit, that's luck 'Cause I done let out rounds, and it come back around (yeah) Identity theft (yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr) That's my occupation, I love to pop checks (identity theft) I was the first in the ring, a Rolls Royce in my projects (yeah, ooh, ooh) Don't get me wrong, I love myself, but I love identity theft (ayy, ayy) They ask me what's my hobby, bitch, identity theft I be runnin' up that money, gotta take a deep breath I know what's up, I keep my ear to the streets like I'm a F Fuck it, I'm writin' now, iPhone 7s No, I ain't like you, internet clown, this a real bulletproof vest I'm conditioned to the streets, grew up to the streets I done grew up 'fore I ever went through puberty I just gave a fool that business with that foolery Start jackin' niggas and whackin' niggas, first I was snatchin' jewelry I bag a nigga like groceries Watch how you approachin' me Fuck you, hoe, you could leave, ain't no emotions in me Drop a hoe like a 14 I'm posted up, dope boy Reese I gave my heart to the streets But I got a soft spot for my old G HBK, heartbreak kid, February 14 (yeah) HBK, Heart Break Kodak, February 14 (yeah) Touch everybody 'round the country, February 14 Yeah, I'm lovin', and I'm thuggin', February 14 On that coffee and that cocoa, I ain't on codeine I ain't been on no lean, February 14 Yeah, my trigger finger itchin', you would think I'm a dope fiend February 14, yeah, this February 14 (ayy)