Thank You

[Verse 1] Look at these haters switch a switch Used to get sick to see me whip Now they light us up, they flick a Bic Pick a brick, tell me to suck a dick Now they choke on the crack I got When the crack I rock's on a bumping clit Get done if you think I forgot that shit Reaching your hand out for a dap like we're cool I just laugh at it I wouldn't backhand slap that shit But I got a block of broken glass You can use your dap to pack it with Mad at Yela because you lack the wit Catastrophic motherfuckers mad at this catalyst Cause I catapult outta holes Out of vice grip hoes No tules in a toolbox to tighten up the bolt, loose screws I'm going A to V to monkey wrench to you I'm losing weight fucking these bitches, oh you too Faggot you're lying I remember you Use to throw away the paper Now you're treating me like the new news [Hook] Well you can love me now Scared that I might come down Like a bad dream What goes around comes around So turn the ground upside down And welcome me Thank you, fuck you Thank you, fuck you Thank you, fuck you Cause now you see it Thank you, fuck you Thank you, fuck you Thank you, fuck you For not believing [Verse 2] Bitch I'm under the underdogs house No wonder the younger poured clowns All the got is dogs now And here comes a wolf like a shot in the dark Blindfolded from 'Bama, aiming at nothing at all Only to let the bullets fly for my minds eye Bears, tigers and lions, pussies better have nine lives But leave the woods alone like a two wheel drive When he stuck face in the heel, then the steel covered it, ah Yes I do need to trouble you Still doing it for the dirty, the Chevy boxes and bubbles too Vision blurring I'm stirring southern stew Curving ho serving canister, I'm canning cancer; the shut up juicy Hypemen can't [?] in you Thank March that it ain't hot so you can see this bitch I'm chewin' through That's what the Ricky Bobby ruler do, ruin you like 2 and 2 Is just 4 motherfucker [Hook] [Verse 3] Ohh I'm an asshole now, huh? I'm acting funny, I'm chancing, I'm Hollywood I'm on that gas, huh? But guess who's standing at the gas pump You with an empty tank and a hand out, damn punk Been a while since we had a conversation Of course I'm actin' distant You say I'm strange that's a proper statement, stranger You came up out of your chamber when you heard that I got a roll And now you're casting like an angler But the Chevy plates read 'danger' Breaks pumping the pumps and the window Like a closet with an empty hanger Just waiting for a chat, get so obvious you on a hang just like it On a pole in between my clothes Studying my wardrobe poor soul, but the door is closed Didn't think you could go more low After booing me at my show you're pursuing me like a ho [Hook]