Yeah, I know he ain’t winning Yeah pull up on his block. Make him start spinning Cook him so bad, rotisserie chicken Tell em close they mouth why the diss in Feel like I’m the teacher tell a opp to listen Yeah, I know he ain’t winning Yeah pull up on his block. Make him start spinning Cook him so bad, rotisserie chicken Tell em close they mouth why the diss in Feel like I’m the teacher tell a opp to listen Blud this ain’t math but this girl is my new addition Ballin so hard feeling like Scotty pippin Why this fella mad I know he damn trippin Got new label on me but I ain’t gon sign Because I got different cash coming in so I can resign They said my time was coming now I just shine They try me all the time Never mess with them Take they girl Now she mine