[Verse 1]
Yeah, dodgin' and weavin' the snakes, I've been feelin' like Dominick Cruz
Yeah, been stayin' so weary of all of the strangers, like walkin' to school
Yeah, I remember me smellin' like pack in the halls when I walked in the school
Yeah, well I guess it's okay 'cause I turned out okay, it was better than holdin' a tool
[Chorus]
Hold up, don't make me get up
From the throne that I'm sittin' on, I'ma be really mad 'cause I just don't give a fuck
'Bout all of the bullshit niggas be spewing at me and now I'm lookin' up
To all the ones to passed, all the paths they paved, so I lift my cup
For the ones that rapped that hardcore shit before me, y'all went nuts
Y'all taught me to never trust no nigga schemin' on the low, try to lurk through the brush
Every time I give these niggas the juice, they just say that I'm too turnt up
I know artists stay sellin' they features for the low 'cause I figure they too burnt up
Don't give a fuck 'bout no fuck nigga, even if he comment on stuff
[Verse 2]
You niggas still eatin' that ass out here, finna fast, I'm on Ramadan stuff
These niggas walk around with three dicks in they ass, but they wanna act so tough
These niggas always act so activist, but they never wanna cop no black owned stuff
Hey baby, what's your handle? Wanna paint on your face how my nigga Van Gogh does, huh?
Like will the Slim DBangz go ahead and please stand up?
Me and my niggas, we lit like I just took a hit of the weed 'fore the weed showed up
And if you talk shit about me, somebody finna be like, "Oh, he can't suck"
Catalog so deep, make the whole damn crowd move like they just had a lease that's up
Who defeatin' us?
Not too many styles in the game, niggas leech off us
It's okay 'cause I know they gon' be all nuts
Type of these niggas out here ain't got guts
Got a few haters on call swear I don't ball and I feel like they still won't give up
And I hope they know that I won't give up
Too many lost in the fog, my nigga smoke that strong
[?], homie in a Benz out there
Tryna mosh in a pit with my friends out there
And we hope that we live long
Too many try to blow, like Kim Jong
I be tellin' 'em we goin' at it all wrong
DBangz, that boy gas all songs
Keep it back for a bitch, like ping pong
(DBangz, that boy gas all songs)
[Chorus]
Hold up, don't make me get up
From the throne that I'm sittin' on, I'ma be really mad 'cause I just don't give a fuck
'Bout all of the bullshit niggas be spewing at me and now I'm lookin' up
To all the ones to passed, all the paths they paved, so I lift my cup
For the ones that rapped that hardcore shit before me, y'all went nuts
Y'all taught me to never trust no nigga schemin' on the low, try to learn through the brush
Every time I give these niggas the juice, they just say that I'm too turnt up
I know artists stay sellin' they features for the low 'cause I figure they too burnt up
Don't give a fuck 'bout no fuck nigga—
[Outro]
(DBangz, that boy gas all songs)
Medusa was written by DBangz & DJ Replay & GoldenChyld.
Medusa was produced by DJ Replay & GoldenChyld.