My rhymes really, really got crack in it
Make me wanna smack them, gotta put some back in it
Money on some biggie cause I'm really feeling fat with it
Looking like a Thursday way I put some back in it, crack in it
Real nigga, I'll fold you
Make em double think like they got cold shoes
Tell em that I'm winter fresh and that I'm still the best
Feeling like DJ Khaled in '02
Nigga, catch the f*ck up, you losing
These bars ain't simple, still ruthless
I do it, get done in advance, I am yo daddy, you still on them boosters
That shit ain't real, bitch you boosting
In the club, my song what they boosting
I'll pop up and f*ck up ya plans
I am the winner, you just remain losing
These silly rap niggas ain't shit
Ain't worth all the crack that ya mama smoke, bitch (aye)
Nah, I ain't holding ya hand
So back the f*ck up, better slip on a mitten (huh)
Name one of em f*cking with me
I double the bag, I ain't talking the C
I am the senator, ender her, JOAT is not regular, slide on a beat like a f*cking Avenger
Try to attack me, I'm back and I'm better-er
Pen game is always gon' eat
You should be taking the plea
You gon' be begging me, please
Buffing my ruby, da sleeze
Niggas birds, flexing in the burbs
And they in a hearse
Such a shame, nigga lost his life cause he thought he gang
Niggas steady switching sides
Red dot on your mind
Like Beyonce
Let me sashay, got my chest out like I'm Dolly
And, my name big, need a dolly
F*ck what you heard, it's what I say
You on coco, now you wildin
And if I pop out, know I'm wildin', nigga
If I see a nigga, break a nigga, shake a nigga, make a nigga
Really run his pockets if he ever try to take it, nigga
Big JOAT on him, if he ever try to play, nigga
Crying to yo daddy and yo mammy cause I bitched a nigga
R.I.P. Damn, really killed a nigga
Cause I got heat, damn, and I burned the nigga?
Bitch, at me, blast, if I pull the trigger
Know it's time to pay me if I'm throwin' up my middle finger
Time to clock out, bitch, you old and played
With them tired-ass rhymes and the songs you sang
Android, really giving burnt out
Hit em with a goodbye, like the way that Sam sung
More than a nine, go and add you a one
Add you another, get ready to run
Calling them opps on yo team
Mine toting the beam, they might get the blasting for fun
Dirty bitches pimped out
F*cking on the same, then sleep on his couch
Crying on the gram, they reaching for clout
F*ck you and respect, accepting handouts
All in the cam, bruh is a fan
I'm built, and you Bobby, that nigga that can
Smoking these niggas, so roll me the blunt
Body on tea and the face is on cunt
Lil' bitch
And that's just how we gon' leave it