they ask me how like im gordie

Wordy, yeah, yeah
The kids getting wordy, they did me dirty I'm not even 30, nevermind 40
They ask me how like I'm Gordy Inside a coupe that they cannot affordy
I'ma get me a shorty and order some shorties Slick like I'm Rick and I'm big like I'm Morty

Need a championship like I'm Danny Pick up a pizza from Sammy's
I'll bring the bag home like Stormy I'm from the sea, other rappers are cordy
I'll break your face, other rappers are boring Instead I bring a message that isn't worth ignoring
Something you can dream about while you're soaring We need emotional connection, that's for the glory

We don't need the drama or the judgment like it's Maury We just gotta write a story, that would be worth telling
One about some friendships and not about some weapons
But what the fuck do I know, I just bring suggestions
The kids getting wordy, they did me dirty I'm not even 30, nevermind 40

They ask me how like I'm Gordy Inside a coupe that they cannot affordy
The kids getting wordy, they did me dirty I'm not even 30, nevermind 40
They ask me how like I'm Gordy Inside a coupe that they cannot affordy
Inside a coupe that you cannot affordy

You know I produce it, but that isn't nothing I could be screaming, yo, that would be something
Don't need auto-tune, no, I don't need nothing I shouldn't be bragging, you poor little muffin
I make the shit that the guys would be snuffin' I make the shit that the guys would be puffin
I make the shit that the girls would be cuffin' I'll break some faces, I wish I was bluffin

I'll break your big girl, I get to the stuffin' I shoot the three and you know that it's flushin
Full up with heat and the ladies be crushin' I'm like a disease and I got them all gushin
I say my name so they all try to smudge it I put this work in, it's all for the cousin
It's all for the nation, it's like I'm Russian I write it, record it, produce it, that's something

The fighters all hate me, but they cannot stop me
They try to face me, I drop them like Roxby They try to hide their face like they're Bill Cosby
Bitch, you're the fighter, tell me how you lost me Turns out pickin' a fight with me's costly
Must've thought you were smarter and you lost me

We don't need the drama or the judgment like it's Maury We just gotta write a story, that would be worth telling
One about some friendships and not about some weapons But what the fuck do I know, I just bring suggestions
The kids gettin' wordy, they did me dirty I'm not even 30, nevermind 40
They ask me how like I'm Gordy Drivin' a whip that they cannot affordy

Get me a shorty and order some shorties Sick like I'm Rick and I'm big like I'm Morty
They act like we couldn't be better They don't really respect my feathers
Middle finger to them, that's forever Wrong side of the tracks, that ain't clever