[Produced by Mr. Bangladesh]
[Intro]
(Top Dawg, Money Gang)
Oww
Dave, I see you
Now see me, heehee, look
[Verse 1]
I say I'm a millionaire, I'm a Top Dawg millio- no
Let me just come in unorthodox
I order plenty ammunition for the enemies that I got
I'm the King, I'm just looking for my Coretta Scott
Bet I pop, like a boy band, I'm annoying to rappers
Guess I'm poison to rappers, front on me, get bent backwards
Stomping on 'em like a Kappa, cap and gown, graduated with my Masters
So where do I go now? Swear there is no-nothing after
I'm the bishop, I'm the pastor, I'm the god MC
And you don't want to get caught in the rapture, I would probably
Burn your whole colony, chew you up then spit you out
You nothing but a Polla Seed, follow hood policies
Compton, California where the motherfuckin' riders be
You never seen a killer 'til you seen one on side of me
That green on the side of me
Fuckin' all about my fuckin' money like a sodomy, fuck them bitches properly
I do it
I do it, done it, run it like I grown legs by the hundreds
My pocket full of hundreds, I'm always hungry, really hungry
I think a nigga need three stomachs, bummy
Never, middle of a conversation, I cough up a feather
And get ready for the detonation, I bomb on whoever
Whatever you 'bout, I'm 'bout it twice
Like a woman who give twins' life, I steered right
Through your fan base every time
Tapping your demographic like I was Gregory Hines
Every line be tailor-made, hella paid, count that money, several ways
I'm a beast, fuck a mansion, I rather live in a cave
Sasquatch is back
But what y'all really didn't know is Sasquatch can rap
[Chorus]
Motherfucker, I'm iller
Okay
[Verse 2]
I squeeze the juice out a rapper and just squash this track
The people like, "What the fuck happened?" and, "Where Wayne be at?"
"There's some boy named K-Dot and he's a maniac!
I think his vocals is strapped, with a toolie, in fact
He spit like a Uzi, rat-tat-tat, he just shot me in my back
Somebody pick up my back, I think that boy from Iraq
I think y'all boys better know that he got it on lock like a Low Jack
Heading straight for the top like a ball cap, y'all better fall back, y'all better crawl back
Where y'all came from ain't one better than the one who can write like Langston Hughes
From the brain, off top like a bottle, dude, get a hollow where you swallow food
Get a model, bet she swallow, who? Me, bet she goggle
Like a scuba diver's eyes in the sea, recognize who I be
K-Dot, motherfucker, Dot, motherfucker, hot motherfucker, drop top when ya popped with the Glock
On sight, motherfucker, sight, motherfucker, ride, motherfucker, die, motherfucker, when I go pop, pop
Open up, close shop like a retail spot, everybody know I be where the money lie
Eat where the money lie, shit where the money lie, sleep where the money lie, bitch, that's no lie
Let the truth be told
K Dizzle, the Big Sizzle, turn beats to stove – burn up
[Outro]
Rappers: I'm iller
Dig it, like it, love it a lot
