Ambassel

[Intro]

(Christo)

Uh, look, I played the game, I missed the shot

I had the answer, then forgot

I knew one day my **** would pop

Finesse phenomenomenon

Flex an awful lot and cut the check

Man, I monopolize the set

But I been out and takin' hits like I can die like any sec

[Verse 1]

Born in the day, the dawn of the dead

I don't see nothing but red

They gather the blankets, the milk, and the bread

I come from the east and I'm traveling west

Got a machete, I chop and I chop

At the neck of the serpent, determine the plot and the threats

It ain't no stopping the run

Poppin', son of God droppin' anybody who next

I want a mansion, I want a million advances, I'm gonna stay in Atlanta

Most of 'em move to LA and throw all of they money away and move back with they parents

I see the canvas

I got the brush in my hand, the colors are mixing again

Grabbing a stick with my hand

I drop my guts, the world is us, so what?

[Chorus]

Who wanna touch? Who wanna rough me up?

Nobody, my hitters ready to bust

Kick in the door and I come out the cut

What? Yeah

Who wanna touch? Who wanna rough me up?

Nobody, my hitters ready to bust

Do what I do and I say what I want, woah

[Verse 2]

Yeah, mama, your kid in a magazine, kid in a magazine

I had a stack in my jacket at Grammy week, see the audacity

I was a bad kid, bad city, you see the duality

Who tryna battle me? Huh

Hitters is after me, cannot be that many, who wanna rough me up?

Fatality, really it's up, it's stuck

Undoubtably, baby gon' touch the bucks

My salary double your baby daddy, maybe triple, I'm trouble

I get the tackle and the pick and I hustle

I had to have it, had to get in the huddle

In the gravel and rubble

Got me a sack and I'm tryna be subtle

We just actin' like a dog with a muzzle

See the back-up, put him back in a puddle

We attackin', better stand back and watch and run

Shotgun come with the option

Send big blitz, nobody blockin'

Big win, that's a ring and a watch

Strong end when he come in the slot

Tryna bend the corner, your limbs gettin' ****

That's your partner, then your twin gettin' ****

All you wanna do is talk, I don't even talk

Thought I heard somebody talkin'

I could pull up with the Chewbacca, the—

This ****, bangin' my chest and my head on the locker

Feeling like Waka Flocka Flame, I put the opposition out the game

I'm out the pocket, but I rock with the gang

Animosity reside inside of me, so I'm like a product of power and pain

[Chorus]

Who wanna touch? Who wanna rough me up?

Nobody, my hitters ready to bust

Kick in the door and I come out the cut

What? Yeah

Who wanna touch? Who wanna rough me up?

Nobody, my hitters ready to bust

Kick in the door and I come out the cut, woah (Okay)