[Verse 1]
Stinky stinky chinky
Teen in my hand I went blank from not blinkin'
A beam on the forty, can you blame me for not thinkin'?
Mind gone, this is my throne
Forty pointers in the watch, I can't tell time wrong
Pourin' fives in the soda, bitch my mind gone
Yeah you fly but we in a different timezone
Hittin' gates in Margielas is what I'm on
That Freddy Krueger strangle Judas with a python, I'm that rude
Boosie fade like I came from Baton Rouge, that too
Ten chains on, bitch my neck hurt, that cool
Shanaynay, Shanaynay, I'm 'bout to show you what this MAC do
Sheesh, all I wanted was the bankroll
Rob me, that's somethin' that you ain't doin'
Yeah you got a pint of Hi-Tech but it's Akorn, beat it
And shit fuck all the homies if I could leave it up to Beaver
I put Buddha on my neck, I tried to leave it up to Jesus
Traphouse jumpin', you peep the snotty nosed kids in here
Drakeo the Ruler, call me mister sneak an F&N
Hoes say I'm heaven sent, I'm dope, I'm the man man, ugh

[Chorus]
Tired of bein' calm
Man you n***as too old to be playin', you'll get hung
Come on bro, stop playin', yeah I'm the rapper with the gun
We aim for head then shoulders, you n***as know you better run
Now please don't take this personal, I'm just a n***a havin' fun
[Verse 2]
Tired of bein' calm
I'm 'bout to hop out and start smackin' shit
Slid in a Jasky, I am not these other rappers bitch
Mister fuckin' Mosely, everybody know I'm packin' steel
High on a beanstalk with Jack and Jill, that's rapper ill, ugh
Shit if we beefin' let me know somethin'
Shoutout to Harvard, them my n***as, they like to pour hundreds
Drakeo why you holdin' a draco, you 'bout to blow somethin'?
Broke ass n***as that be hatin' but never throw money
In Bathing Ape head to toe, I'm fresh out the jungle
Shanaynay, Shanaynay, just shut down the royal rumble
Lost my muscle in a tussle and came back bustin'
Ain't 'bout to peace treat nothin', that ain't up for discussion
Let's be real, they already know the deal
'Cause if I hit Bambino, your brains be layin' in the field
Let's be real, they already know the deal
'Cause if I hit Bambino, your brains be layin' in the field, ugh

[Chorus]
Tired of bein' calm
Man you n***as too old to be playin', you'll get hung
Come on bro, stop playin', yeah I'm the rapper with the gun
We aim for head then shoulders, you n***as know you better run
Now please don't take this personal, I'm just a n***a havin' fun