I know your bitch too friendly, free ho

I′m Slipknot legend, good dope

When I feel like AD, I'ma fill up the sco′

My flow crazy, I know

Trae Young and McGrady, I sweep out the flo'

The fuck do you mean I ain't slick like flows?

I run in yo′ shit, knockin′ down the back do'

Nigga got hit with a G.I. Joe

Why they runnin′ through the vault, tryna steal my flows?

Riri and Kylies, I been on these hoes

You aren't pullin′ no bitches without sellin' shows

That ain′t my baby, my .223 crazy

That choppa spit game, I'm in love she my favy

That lil bitch overrated, I shoot back and fade it

He ate bullets for breakfast, put him in the pavement

No talk and debatin', my new bitch an Asian

She be kickin′ dope, she put that bitch in the pedigree

Half of these bitches off jiggas and ketamine

I just "skrt," now that nigga is nowhere ahead of me

Woah, woah

It got salty, I made a new recipe

Got a AMG, red with the leather seats

I′m the Ice Cream Man, feel like Master P

You got money now? Bitch, yes, obviously

I could go bar for bar, get to rappin' like Cassidy

Turn on the news, they gon′ say it's a tragedy

I ain′t look at yo' bitch, why she kept lookin′ back at me? (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Yes, we're uppin' the score (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Go ′head, turn it some more

His girlfriend say that she like me, of course

It′s okay, me and money cannot get divorced (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Okay, pour me some mo' (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Can′t take pictures no mo'

They tried to ignore me, they passin′ the torch

This is not Metro Boomin, I need me some mo'

Go, woah

Gettin′ brash to my dreads like a muhfuckin' rasta

I got shooters and commas, I'm hittin′ yo′ partna'

In the trap beat, just will turn niggas to pasta

Got a NLE Choppa, my nigga a shotta

With a whole brick squad like I came in with Flocka

And that .223, shoot a hunnid somethin′ rounds

Bet that MP5 dump a hunnid somethin' rounds

Bet that .223, shoot a hunnid somethin′ rounds, yeah

Hunnid 50's on me now, yeah

Just got the hunnid 50′s on me now

And this shit for the sport, I'm finna hunt him down

If shit get cool, I'm finna heat it down

Aye, lowkey, he got paranoid, we hunt him down

We gon′ have to bring ambulance and get him out

We big wolf in his hood, I′m finna blow it down, bitch

Woah

Woah

Woah

Woah

Woah

Woah

Woah

Yo' bitch hittin′ my line, leave that bitch lookin' silly

I need ten for a verse, finna make it a milli′

Better cop it right now 'fore I′m outta yo' budget

Finna go hit Moncler, I just landed in Philly, woah

My flow crazy, I know

Trae Young and McGrady, I sweep out the flo'

The fuck do you mean I ain′t slick like flows?

I run in yo′ shit, knockin' down the back do′

Nigga got hit with a G.I. Joe

Why they runnin' through the vault, tryna steal my flows?

Riri and Kylies, I been on these hoes

You aren′t gettin' no bitches without sellin′ shows (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Yes, we're uppin' the score (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Go ′head, turn it some more

His girlfriend say that she like me, of course

It′s okay, me and money cannot get divorced (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Okay pour me some mo' (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Can′t take pictures no mo'

They tried to ignore me, they passin′ the torch

This is not Metro Boomin, I need me some mo'

Woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)