If You Don't Like Me...

Yeah! If you don't like me, fuck off politely or get the cane and whip.

You don't like what I'm doing, then better keep moving or keep your mouth on zip. And

I don't care about what you did, and you can't say nothing that I would miss.

I'm out the house tryna stack on trips, go crazy, then I lay low like Stitch.

It's not ABC how we tryna live with no benefits to get cream.

I'm back on my West Lynch to get P's, no time for the beef, I'm vegan, can't meat.

I send greets to an MC tryna war me, I'll whip the feet or get peeped.

Now they like predators tryna scheme, that's why we don't hear 'em drop a sixteen, disgusting.

Got God on my right-hand tryin' man, I call bluffing.

Transparent like those ear phones, if you try this at home, they ain't hearing nothing.

Never take on what I can't handle, ain't gotta reach, I ain't even punching.

Get it done like Nike, I'm on a high street killing them softly like London.

Yeah, niggas spending their last chicken weed, and they say they're hustling.

Yeah, I was on my last pound, but I flipped it around, ain't nothing.

Yeah, love my babe when I'm cracking, rocking my boat, no cracking. You wasting my time, then your face need slapping.

I'm back on my rhymes, making dimes, I'm stacking.

If you don't like me, fuck off politely or get the cane and whip.

You don't like what I'm doing, then better keep moving or keep your mouth on zip.

My pockets been grinding, like check your bread been declining. That's stale, I'm not into whining.

Like girls, I'm saving my tears for the day I get bitches.

It's the general talking grievous, learn from my losses, I can't even grieve this.

I ain't into the shots or sneak diss, I'm more like take off your shoes, I need sneakers.

'Cause you can't outgun me, I'm peakest, slap defeated on your head next to Beavis.

Even if you had two rappers like Reese's Pieces, I'll send you to Jesus.

Cut, as I said, don't pause the fucking beat!