Why should I I'm a mother fucking wrecking I'm a mother fucking wrecking ball Always be the one to back away Have to be the one to not say what's on my mind Sick of all the bullshit Sliced up, shot down Everybody bows down Kill em all, let em fall

Your bullshit come off of that Someone tell these motherfuckers that Hop is back! I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it Now I’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga They can get it (They can get it) You can get it (You can get it) Y'all can get it

Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Out of the way kids Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks Back to the smack, lickin' the powder bags Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it Three in

I can make it bounce by myself 3 chainz, owww Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards And skate off after, engage in laughter ‘bout what just happened Fingers and napkins get sent to mammies, is that too graphic? Catch you in traffic, you

We're a garage band (oh, oh, oh) We come from garageland (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Back in the garage Back in the garage with my bullshit detector Carbon monoxide making sure it's effective People ringing up making offers for my life I just want to stay

You on that bullshit ain't you? Now, you on that bullshit ain't you? Yeah, yup, yeah, yup Everybody with me, nigga deep I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me) I'm back on my bullshit They say we smoke, we gon' smoke You say we gon'