Questioning Your Theory

[Verse 1]
Ass in the front, ho in the back
My shit so good they'll probably tell me that I made a stack
Toppin' bricks on top of bricks
Layin' sticks I'm off this shit, bitch
You don't even know my name you claim to know the game
Bitch, I slaughter
Got your daughter
Step the fuck back, I know you want her now I got her
I'm on some childish shit
You niggas think I'm really playin'
I roll up to the function mad as fuck, I'm Super-Saiyan
Man, you know damn well I pay straight with the commas
I wanna eat good
Nigga catch me at yo' momma's
Weird as fuck, you catch me in Dubai on a fuckin' llama
Hot as fuck, you find me posted in a motherfuckin' sauna
Never see me in yo' city, man
I straight hop over borders
Gun sacks in my closet, man
I straight link with the hoarders
No quarters
I'm always gettin' paid, nigga
Don't tell me that you never gettin' played, nigga
Nigga, nigga

[Hook]
Know 'bout me, know 'bout me, niggas, know 'bout me
Know 'bout me, know 'bout me, niggas, know 'bout me, yeah

[Verse 2]
Fake bitches say they really know 'bout me
Forget a fucking lyric, man
That's all I gotta see
Get your motherfuckin' hands off me
Try to prove me wrong, I say you gotta fuckin' leave
Never see
I was born and raised in a damn igloo
Dumb bitches really think that's a damn issue
Night rode up, blacked out, like a shadow in the night
Sayin' that I'm always right

[Outro]
Know 'bout me, know 'bout me, niggas, know 'bout me
Know 'bout me, know 'bout me, niggas, know 'bout me, yeah