Questioning Your Theory

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Ass in the front, ho in the back My shit so good they'll probably tell me that I made a stack Toppin' bricks on top of bricks Layin' sticks I'm off this shit, bitch You don't even know my name you claim to know the game Bitch, I slaughter Got your daughter Step the fuck back, I know you want her now I got her I'm on some childish shit You niggas think I'm really playin' I roll up to the function mad as fuck, I'm Super-Saiyan Man, you know damn well I pay straight with the commas I wanna eat good Nigga catch me at yo' momma's Weird as fuck, you catch me in Dubai on a fuckin' llama Hot as fuck, you find me posted in a motherfuckin' sauna Never see me in yo' city, man I straight hop over borders Gun sacks in my closet, man I straight link with the hoarders No quarters I'm always gettin' paid, nigga Don't tell me that you never gettin' played, nigga Nigga, nigga [Hook] Know 'bout me, know 'bout me, niggas, know 'bout me Know 'bout me, know 'bout me, niggas, know 'bout me, yeah [Verse 2] Fake bitches say they really know 'bout me Forget a fucking lyric, man That's all I gotta see Get your motherfuckin' hands off me Try to prove me wrong, I say you gotta fuckin' leave Never see I was born and raised in a damn igloo Dumb bitches really think that's a damn issue Night rode up, blacked out, like a shadow in the night Sayin' that I'm always right [Outro] Know 'bout me, know 'bout me, niggas, know 'bout me Know 'bout me, know 'bout me, niggas, know 'bout me, yeah