Huh (hahahaha, uh)

Uh, uh, yeah, ha

Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh

Uh-huh

All these bitches, man, we love this, man (bitch-ass)

It's reality over here (uh) , leave the fake shit over there

Cap to the back of his head, it's a yarmulke

Curry to kill a maniacal man

The prodigal son, a reliable friend

either one of them will slide in a van

Van Damme in a Trans Am, hoppin' out (pew, pew) , goddamn

Might wanna know when it's clickin' the face

I'm with no room to panic, I'm locked in

Underestimate me greatly, frankly, I don't give a fuck

Got another trench coat, let me hit my nigga Peggy up

Like hit him like brrt (uh, what up? Hahaha)

He laughin' hysterical from the underground

it's Indian burial

Rather leave a nigga nowhere like Merial

If it's over your head, then it's aerial

have you sleeping with the mermaids

No first aids, let the birds go in your bird cage

White dove go for any motherfucker

tryna smack me with a white glove

There isn't a battle to win

records spin, I flash the evil grin

Make sure data is marked as classified

A continuous watch that makes

your blood as fresh as possible

The closer it is for closeups

Because you never know when you're

going to be up close (hysterical)

Bitch, it's Peggy Chapo

tell a bitch bring that guapo, pronto (huh)

I ain't just whippin' up shit to shock you

this shit here is gospel (uh)

I ain't even got no fans

I'm drinkin' Kool-Aid with my Apostles (huh)

I can't even pop no Xans, I'm always down

just what I been up to (uh)

Wakin' up early to ball, feedin' my dogs, answer the call

Me and Zel-Tron get it poppin'

these rappers just pop at the mouth

and don't do shit at all (huh)

Uh, ho is defied, now I'm banded

hop off the porch, let's box with God, uh

You feel that trip in your speakers

huh, I never rap, I'm a preacher

Niggas be ridin' on dick, no, you cannot kick it

my nigga, this isn't the league of fragile ho

Throwin' that rock, don't hold your hand

you sellin' outfielders, bitch

Give me that stash, I'm out

we crashin' out like Baby Kia, bitch

It's just the dog in me

I'm thinkin' 'bout starting a beef with PETA, bitch

I'm Peggy Cena, you can't see me

I'm too player with this shit

I got haters on my dick

throw it in brown when I piss (shit)

I heard so much bullshit, I think I got tinnitus

Y'all can't be serious with this shit

these niggas periods be on script

I don't wanna fuck that ho

that ho right here inferior to my bitch

You ain't gotta like it

but put some respect on my name

like Birdman in this bitch (uh)

Uh, uh, yeah, ha

Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh

Make sure data is marked as classified

A continuous watch that makes

your blood as fresh as possible

The closer it is for closeups

Because you never know when you're going

to be up close (going to be up close)