Dubious.

Lyrics:

Bigshot, coming in feelin' like I'm Barret hella brolic you ain't got no hands.
Had to cut 'em off, they don't really understand that my canon is my right hand man.
Fuckin' on a bad ass bitch she don't speak my tongue she's from Japan.
Pedal to the metal finna duck that bitch I think her name's Diane.

Don't try to talk me nigga I'm spazzing you can't even stop me
That boy was talking I meet him, no greetin', I'm shredding him up watch him turn to pastrami
All 'bout that action I'm taking no chances I'll fold him for paper like it's origami
Rub up yo' bitch out the blue, man I summon that bitch like it's Yu Gi Oh, feelin' like Yami (yuh, hollup)

Ima really talk my shit
I'm going harder than fat niggas touching they toes, I reach that shit
Slidin' on niggas I'm smooth like a saxophone, can't really touch my shit
Planting arrows to his back, now he working for Amazon, cuz I really sent that shit

I'm elemental, I stay with the heat but I don't even drip cuz my shit is on frost I advise that you do not look at my chest or my wrist cuz it leaving you blind, now you Toph (yeah, woah)
Stay within the mix like I'm a cognac (aye)
Taking shorty to the back like it's some Rugrats (yuh)

Outro:
Ima really talk my shit, why you wanna talk like this yo' shit?

(Tag: oh hi, Kihambo!)

Thanks for listening!