What's So Fxckin Funny

If I want it, you got it, then I'mma get it, get it
 If you ain't hip to it yet, you best get with it, with it
 They think I'm lost, but they really don't know
 I'm on my way to the bank (L. M. A. O.)
 And if I want it, you got it, then I'mma get it, get it
 If you ain't hip to it yet, you best get with it, with it
 They think I'm lost, but they really don't know
 I'm on my way to the bank (L. M. A. O.)
 They say actions speak louder than words
 But they don't hear me though
 That's why I won't be happy till I'm like stereo
 Everywhere he go, they be like "There he go!"
 BrandUn DeShay on the mic, so here we go
 No time for the losers, we all stars
 And ain't nobody on the bench dawg, we all star
 It's 'bout as peaceful as a hippie, but I don't spark
 I'm serious y'all, I'm in my prime, like the Allspark
 Where the shit yall get yall videos, HomeSmart?
 And girls sitting on the grill like a ballpark
 A bunch of niggas in packs, like baseball cards
 Tricked-out cars tryna ball in front of Walmart?
 I'm sorry, I must not have got the memo
 Killin' tracks in a fascist fashion, that's my M-O
 Fly like the intercepter?
 And not like the interception, you hear it? N-O
 If I want it, you got it, then I'mma get it, get it
 If you ain't hip to it yet, you best get with it, with it
 They think I'm lost, but they really don't know
 I'm on my way to the bank (L. M. A. O.)
 And if I want it, you got it, then I'mma get it, get it
 If you ain't hip to it yet, you best get with it, with it
 They think I'm lost, but they really don't know
 I'm on my way to the bank (L. M. A. O.)
 But now I ain't ish but I'll be?
 So though I ate ish, you still eatin
 It's soon, so be quick, don't eat turds
 Instead eat your own words, like hors d'oeuvres, get it
 Best served, I'm the best man
 Like your best friend, I'm in the air like texting
 Grounded like kickstand?
 I'm a beast like the blue X-Man
 Check the plaintiff, you claimed it
 I murdered the beat with no stainless
 Shoot, I just hopped on the track, I'm so aimless
 Haters tried to pay me no mind
 It's so brainless, dangerous, wack rhymers
 The 5789 and teenager space rhyme
 It's showtime, the headliner flows be redlining
 The old soul crave digging like a gold mine
 The new jack, poodle's cat the same since the snow tiger
 If I want it, you got it, then I'mma get it, get it
 If you ain't hip to it yet, you best get with it, with it
 They think I'm lost, but they really don't know
 I'm on my way to the bank (L. M. A. O.)
 And if I want it, you got it, then I'mma get it, get it
 If you ain't hip to it yet, you best get with it, with it
 They think I'm lost, but they really don't know (yo)
 I'm on my way to the bank (L. M. A. O.)
 Beat, what's happening?
 Nigga fuck rapping
 I'mma sell one and two because it's considered a trap
 And three, four, are some overrated movies
 And a food stamp nigga and a motherfuckin' hoopie
 But truth-ly, I'm hungry
 These rappers is lunchmeat
 I laugh at ate victims, cold, hard, fuck heat
 Fuck school, do drugs, hoes with no magnum
 Kill everyone in the industry and drag them
 To the forest by the end of the chorus
 So they can be alive in case my fucking verse is boring
 Bass and the snare, stock shit like a share
 I'mma virus, having great dreams of fucking Miley Cyrus
 Bitches, I bag 'em, jeans, I sag 'em
 Seven, eight, yall don't lame straight, yall niggas is?
 Nine, ten, I'm a motherfucking sin
 Turn this shit off before I say Amen
 If I want it, you got it, then I'mma get it, get it
 If you ain't hip to it yet, you best get with it, with it
 They think I'm lost, but they really don't know
 I'm on my way to the bank (L. M. A. O.)
 And if I want it, you got it, then I'mma get it, get it
 If you ain't hip to it yet, you best get with it, with it
 They think I'm lost, but they really don't know
 I'm on my way to the bank (L. M. A. O.)