Hit that bitch like a buzzer beater
Yeah she on my dick and now I know a eater
I pull up on her like I'm Steph
I'ma rock the boat and then I turn to John Cena
Yeah, she got a wagon no Jeep
She a solid nine, but that bitch ain't know Aaliyah
She got my lil man steep
Might be on my mind, but just know I never need her
I'm spittin' like shawty ain't feelin' me
How I be rappin' so good but I'm still broke
The talent ain't even a question
I really be killin' this shit like I'm Death Row
I really be talkin' that ish like shish kebab
Boy, I cook up a mean flow
Ideally, I mean evidently the game
It needed me like I'm the head coach
I be that nigga you ain't gotta worry about
But you better be worried about
Like no disrespect, but I'm steppin' on necks with this rappin' shit
I got it figured out, I ain't got no manners with shit I be blurtin' out
Talkin' shit like it's word to mouth
I say what I want on this shit
Got them turnin' they heads
And you know that they yellin' out
(Fitz, Fitz, Fitz)
Nigga, look, I'm on they ass like the start of the week
The sight from the side of your line is defeat
I might let you live if your chest got a beat
Your bitch vegetarian, but she on me AT, she f*ckin' for free
Yeah, look
Really I choose days
Just to shit on your favorite like UK
Keep my niggas round me like a blue state
Or a politician tryin' to dictate
And convince a nigga that he not fake
I'm a different caliber like AK
You a 22, boy, I do not play
Like I'm D1 and never got a break
(Fitz, Fitz)
Look, it's Fitz in the flesh
And they can't get the best of me
None of these goofy niggas standin' next to me
Niggas throwin' on flows like they dungarees
Thinkin' they better me?
Santa just fire them niggas
Cause they really thought they was rappin
They heard the flow and they thought they could match it
But I could've told you myself you was cappin
Nigga, look, these niggas ain't in it for real
I just heard what they wrote
Got me throwin' the phone get to laughin
These niggas better wake up cause I'm swervin' through beats
And I don't give a f*ck bout no traffic
Somebody gon' recognize heat when I blow up from nothin
Better not say it was magic
Could carry a track on my back I'ma rise up on beats
On the mic I lay down on my baggage
They barely rap what they see
They can't hop on this beat
That's why all of they shit below average
Even with 21 writers, you can't make a sentence like me, boy, I'm really a savage