Having Fun

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Stinky, stinky, chinky Teen in my hand, I went blank from not blinkin' A beam on the forty, can you blame me for not thinkin'? Mind gone, this is my throne Forty pointers in the watch, I can't tell time wrong Pourin' fives in the soda, bitch, my mind gone Yeah, you fly, but we in a different timezone Hittin' gates in Margielas is what I'm on That Freddy Krueger strangle Judas with a python, I'm that rude Boosie fade like I came from Baton Rouge, that too Ten chains on, bitch, my neck hurt, that cool Shanaynay, Shanaynay, I'm 'bout to show you what this MAC do Sheesh, all I wanted was the bankroll Rob me, that's somethin' that you ain't doin' Yeah, you got a pint of Hi-Tech, but it's Akorn, beat it She'll fuck all the homies if I could leave it up to Beaver I put Buddha on my neck, I tried to leave it up to Jesus Traphouse jumpin', you peep the snotty nosed kids in here Drakeo the Ruler, call me Mr. Sneak In F&N Hoes say I'm heaven sent, I'm dope, I'm the man man, ugh [Chorus] Tired of bein' calm Man, you niggas too old to be playin', you'll get hung Come on, bro, stop playin', yeah, I'm the rapper with the gun We aim for head then shoulders, you niggas know you better run Now please don't take this personal, I'm just a nigga havin' fun [Verse 2] Tired of bein' calm I'm 'bout to hop out and start smackin' shit Slid in a Jasky, I am not these other rappers, bitch Mister fuckin' Mosely, everybody know I'm packin' steel High on a beanstalk with Jack and Jill, that's rapper ill, ugh Shit, if we beefin', let me know somethin' Shoutout to Harvard, them my niggas, they like to pour hundreds "Drakeo, why you holdin' a Draco, you 'bout to blow somethin'?" Broke-ass niggas that be hatin' but never throw money In Bathing Ape head to toe, I'm fresh out the jungle Shanaynay, Shanaynay, just shut down the royal rumble Lost my muscle in a tussle and came back bustin' Ain't 'bout to peace treat nothin', that ain't up for discussion Let's be real, they already know the deal 'Cause if I hit Bambino, your brains be layin' in the field Let's be real, they already know the deal 'Cause if I hit Bambino, your brains be layin' in the field, ugh [Chorus] Tired of bein' calm Man, you niggas too old to be playin', you'll get hung Come on, bro, stop playin', yeah, I'm the rapper with the gun (All that sneak dissin' and all that, we ain't with all that) We aim for head then shoulders, you niggas know you better run (See, let's be real) Now please don't take this personal, I'm just a nigga havin' fun