Dem Gainz 360 (Ft. PEZ)

[Verse 1: 360, PEZ]
Ayy
I was smashin' Skittles any minute I can (I was)
Until I started lookin' like the Michelin Man (I did)
So now, every day, I hit the gym in the tan
So I can be heavily armed without a pistol in hand (Let's go)
Any form of exercise, there isn't a plan (Nuh)
If Jesus walked on water, then I'm swimmin' on land (Check this cunt out)
It doesn't matter when I listen to trance
I can't help but break into this ridiculous dance
It's like a faster running man, but I'm kickin' and flickin' my hands (Woo)
Understand I'm the shit, and I think I'm the man (I do)
Yeah, bulkin' on these motherfuckers
Incredible Hulkin' on these motherfuckers
I'm the dude in the gym, trainin' his upper body
With pants on 'cause downstairs there's nothin' on me
Check my damn pins; not a damn thing (Nuh)
Yo, my hamstring looks like an actual fuckin' hamstring
The damn gym's the only thing that I'm advanced in (Woo)
Bustin' out reps in the tempo that I dance in
Incredible back, impeccable traps
And when I'm topless, I'm never relaxed; I'm flexin' my abs
At cardio, I'm the best on the map
I even forget where I'm at to give my memory laps (Think about that)
I'm so obsessed with fitness that I'm the definition
When I rap, I even get the record skippin'
I got a thick neck, but shit legs, ayy?
"Do some fuckin' squats then" Nah, I got a big headache
"Ah, typical 6 fuck, skip leg day"
Cunt, we'll do it tomorrow, man, I'd rather hit chest, ayy (You fuckin' pussy)
I do ten sets on the bench-press
Then do ten reps on the peck deck; I've got the best chest
And if you want the same, listen to your sensei (Do it)
Yeah, fuckin' 6 is really makin' sense, ayy? (It's true)
You want the best shape? Go and get your chest great
Fuck your legs, mate, only worry about your pecks, ayy
You gotta work out the best way, where every day is chest day
Yeah, it's Forthwrite, Dem Gainz