[Verse 1: Hopsin]

Yo, don't even ask me (Nope)

Your ho in the backseat (Yup) I dove in it fastly

Oh she was nasty (Ooh)

Inappropriate ass cheeks (Ooh) I was hopin' to actually

Fill her jaw with all my testicle ooze

Film it all and maybe text it to you

I'm feelin' awesome, you should step in my shoes

I'm ill in Boston with the rest of my crew

You flexin' on who? (Who?) Try to start a problem with a nigga

Then you gon' be stuck (Gon' be stuck)

Somebody gotta end up on bottom

Man, I'm tellin' you, it won't be us (Won't be us)

Overly confident when I'm pulling up

On women as I hold these nuts (Oh he's nuts)

I talk a little gibberish

Then get inside that pussy with the OG thrust

I wrote this dope, just hope it flows to pay off

Wrote this coast to coast provokin' chaos

Folks suppose the closest clone is Adolf

Don't get close 'cause bones get broke and ate off (Yikes!)

Rockin' all black like Batman (Batman)

Slap a nigga with a back hand (Back hand)

I'm swaggin' on your motherfuckin' rap clan (Rap clan)

I see through you niggas like a CAT scan

I've been the truth since fourteen

Been on and always let loose with mo' steam

Lit like a nigga off juice and codeine

Breakin' all laws, actin' rude to police

Bitch, here's a nut you can use for protein

Y'all niggas don't be producin' no heat

I ride the beat smooth and cruise it slowly

Fuck jewels and Rollies, bitch niggas, all you below me

[Hook: King Los]

'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me, if you ask me

If you ask me, if you ask me

Everybody's a bitch if you ask me

I fuck around and take everybody bitch if you ask me

But don't ask me

Don't ask me nigga, don't ask me nigga

Don't ask me nigga, don't ask me nigga

'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me

I fuck around and take everybody bitch if you ask me

That's real talk though, but don't ask me nigga

[Verse 2: King Los & Royce da 5'9"]

King! I'm about to do my shit, Hop, I'm about to do my hip-hop

Where I rap and wear my diamond studded flooded wristwatch

And fuck your bitch in Gucci flip flops

I get two groupies and I just watch

I make them bitches coochie lip lock

They think I'm awesome, Poppa's groovy

But this ain't a fuckin' movie, get with the movin' the move

If you're goofy, I'ma make the fuckin' scripts swap

I'm at the tip top of my game though, and my chain glow

Like I found the gold at the end of the rainbow

I heard your girl take five then take five then take five more

Like Jackie, Tito, Marlon, Michael and Jermaine though

And that's your main ho?

I heard he did the robot in the whole twat

The whole damn time you was thinkin' that whole thing lined

They had it lookin' like the "Soul Train" line

Choose up, elevate, move up

Maneuver, juice up, you suck, manure, you suck

My newer use of dudes who exclude us

Including Judas, fool, we exude

Upper echelon, the upper at your mosque

Fuck it, bet your broad done took off with your car

Sucker, bet you'd call the cops and cop a deuce

I cop a squad on niggas, cock a chopper too

Take the masses off a pile of Jabbawockeez

Keep the ratchets on me, keep you ratchets off me

Keep you actors back, peep the acrobat, niggas flip the script

People have your back or have your back in caskets

Bastards once you die, that's it, once you lie

I'll cut you off like you drop your black ass in acid

Won't you fry?

Won't you buy a skirt and heels and twerk for bills?

'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me

Haha, yup, and we the strongest boys

I done been considered the best for like the longest, boy

I got pissed off and hopped on the phone with Royce

"Yo Los, what up my nigga?"

"Mm, shit, uh, man, I need a favor from the god"

"Nigga you the GOAT, nigga anything you need, what's good?"

"Okay, then this won't be hard

I need that two minute unlimited of you and Eminem

"Bad Meets Evil" sequel, eye for an eye

Fetty Wap, Masika, secret technique

Street meets perfectionist, unique eclecticness (Royce!)

I need that why the fuck do Akademiks

Keep postin' all the wackest rappin' gimmicks?

I got a platinum plaque in Swag Olympics back in the day"

I be bumpin' Fab' in Brooklyn, I be bumpin' Fab in the Bay

Just cashed a six figure check, that's called a fabulous day

Miraculous, practice this, after this, they gon' hashtag them to pray

But half of 'em tagged as my prey

Immaculate passion to pass, I'm surpassin' the Jays

The Biggie and Pacs, 'cause that's what they would want

To give me the shot, the Nas's gave us knowledge

Pun gave us puns, once they was done

They would want the one that was finna take it

Know you pussy niggas really finna hate it

This my inner sanctum, this ain't entertainment

And this shit a movie and they finna tape it

Morpheus, Neo, agents in "The Matrix"

And it's ancient and it's painted on the wall of the pyramids

Fuck all y'all!

[Hook: King Los]

'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me, if you ask me

If you ask me, if you ask me

Everybody's a bitch if you ask me

I fuck around and take everybody bitch if you ask me

But don't ask me

Don't ask me nigga, don't ask me nigga

Don't ask me nigga, don't ask me nigga

'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me

I fuck around and take everybody bitch if you ask me

Woo! But don't ask me nigga

[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"]

You chasin' that glitz and that glamor, not I, I'm chasin' that guap

I'm lookin' like Joe Budden chasin' 'em kids

With them cameras with rocks, racin' that clock

Plus I dress spectacular, havin' an adverse effect on wackness

Last verse leave headless rappers

Blast first, ask questions after, 'cept I don't ask no questions

I'm just like a terrorist

If I like her pics, my wife likes her dead

I only dick down bad ass black bitches

But I'm quick to flip like Chris Brown

And aim straight for that white girl head (woah)

If she Spanish, I am papi

I probly hypnotized her like the eye of Hopsin

Y'all guys, y'all been robbed a bunch of times

But, not I, I am Ryan Lochte

I kick down doors, true 6 Mile boy

Part of a breed that never existed before

You the last of a dying copy

Here to shake the game with my vibration, uh

I used to dream about just makin' plain paper clean without traces

But now shit done changed

Now I just make paper plane, like Roc Nation

If you niggas start with me

I'll leave you stiff as khakis with the starcher crease

Nigga the art is key, it's important to me you don't win against me

It's more to me than just Benz's and Jeeps

It's more to me than just a Eminem beef

Even though these weirdos hard to please

I got Moses at my show pointin', goin', "Heed apart the sea!"

I don't wear no condoms, what the fuck are condoms?

I don't trust no rappers, I don't fuck behind 'em

I go Kobe, Steph, LeBron and shoot my shot and

Hit it with no second sniffers

I only go for seconds at the bed and breakfast

Fuckin', hollerin' nothin', yellin', "Nothin's promised!"

That's 'cause I'm fuckin' hot as the Bahamas (Woo!)

That's 'cause I'm hot as the Bahamas

I been makin' money hand over fist fast

I send your baby mama home

With a condition called Land Rover whiplash

'Cause I let it go hammy 'til she drain my vehicle battery

Gave me like three or four cavities

From wearin' edible panties (achoo!) I gotta be in broke allergy

Being locale and mortality don't resonate with a super human being

I used to shoot and spin

And keep shootin', now I'm doin' shoots for Spin & GQ (Errt!)

Ooh, tire marks skid

Roof's see through, fly alcoholic, rich dude recluse

Crack a dollar on my wrist with these jewels

She said she love me, told the bitch, "Bitch, me too!"

This is what happens when you hear three kings on a track

My style is one of one and undercomin'

Wasn't shit before it

I sat in these sessions until I turn to rigor mortis

The architect of artful tact, I'm not a dime, I'm off of that

What I'm writin' down just Don DeMarco raps

I'm wearing blue Jays

And my eagle flyin' through your Cardinal's hat

This freezin' cartridge'll heat your ass, part your crack

Lean your carcass then arch your back, uh

Tell these artists it's hard to argue facts

Go see if the charts will market that (Woo!)

I got javelin swag, off to the races with bars

Fly, my only ultimatum is Mars

My bitch is the baddest, her ass is the fattest

She tatted with class (Woo!)

I take her for granted, I met her on Madison Ave

Just to give her balance, took her to the Radisson last

I just grab it and smash it then toss it

When bitches and niggas see me in person

They be just like when Calvin was walkin'

In that Mickey D's commercial, yeah, they see me workin'

They're like, "Hey hey, Ryan, look like you're goin' to work!"

(Hey, get money!) But I ain't on my way to McDonald's

I'm sprayin' them llamas: pop-pop-pop-pop!

But nothing's fuckin' funny, track back jumpin'

All I think about is who gon' pick up all this fuckin' money

Like Blac Youngsta, weightliftin'

Whippin' 850s with a license plate

That say: "All y'all niggas straight bitches" (Woo!)