Woah

I′m in this bitch like ayy damn

I'm in this bitch like ayyI′m in this bitch like ayy (Lil Boat)

I'm in this bitch like ayy

I'm in his bitch like ayy

I′ma need a minute before I walk in ayy

I′ma need me a bitch before it turn ten uh

I'ma need me a front and backend all cash stacked in

Rappin′ around town and I'm downtown

Big boy gat I don′t back down

Take a bitch yeah I got a sack now

Fuckin' bad bitches I′ll blow a bitch back now (Fuck)

Woah

I'm in this bitch like ayy damn

I'm in this bitch like ayy

I′m in this bitch like ayy (Lil Boat)

I′m in this bitch like ayy

I'm in his bitch like ayy (Uh, I′m in his bitch)

Back to the bando

I Tokyo Drift like the sample

When shit wasn't sweet and so simple

When it was just churches and candles

We ain′t have no Turks and no Caicos (Nah)

No fresh pedicure for the sandals (Nah)

We learned how to pedal, no handles

Back when we traveled,

We trapped and we peddled right front of the Santos (Uh)

Like who wanna match? I'm runnin′ the maps

I run it like laps, they runnin' in last

I might overlap and won't double back ′cause my past is my past

They all from my path and part on my back

She wanted a bag, wanted some Raf

Mines came with a name, hers came with some change

We want the same thing, let′s not get offtrack (Yeah, uh, uh)

Back up in that bitch skatin' (Skatin′)

My wrist alone is the Ritz, I'm sayin′ (Bling)

Super Saiyan blonde, her lacefront on (Uh)

Nigga don't make me wait too long (Yeah)

Flippin′ rates of that Grey Poupon

I play you food for all

My bitch watch VH-1, first sixty days, RuPaul

She been around Tyler way too long

Um

It's young T and he be that boy

I talk death but I don't like guns

I talk love but I don′t got none

They talk charts but they don′t got one

You got a stage then it's one-point-one for one hour

Niggas came second to me they so sour

Had a slow climb that′s why they all doubt 'em

And still came out on top now that′s power (Uh)

Fuck they respect I won't miss a step I won′t intercept

The tip of my tongue I still got my soul and still got the check like

Bling bling bitch I feel like Juvie

Raw as fuck bitch I feel like sushi

Watch Blank Face and feel like Groovy

Neck lookin' like a thot in labor

But it's goin′ up like it′s an escalator

Boys goin' down like Titanic sailor

Yachty here and him from Decatur

Flacko freer than a Costco plate of them samples nigga

I′m ample, huh

When that suit come on, I throw a tantrum (Hoo)

That's Igor Igor he a hot potato

Y′all small fries for example nigga um

Don't run with the ride-a-long nigga

Nigga I′m a catalog, I'm a human Adderall

Little ass bitch nah you ain't in my category

Unicorn rare better put a saddle on, nigga

Y′all rappity-rap, y′all critically 'claimed they gassin′ you up

I went to your show and took little nap (Trash)

That's why we not in the same bracket of tax

I′m that nigga bitch

I did it all with the passion I'm a god in this fashion

Niggas tryna fit in with their arms in the jacket (Ugh)

Had to pull myself together like it′s all elastic

Got the heart of a dragon I'm a star, call me Patrick

Heard the bitch was talkin' shit so I caught him in traffic

I′m the type to walk in your house and shit on your mattress

(Slow down, you′re spitting everywhere), ugh

I'm good, you could take it all away (Yeah)

I′m God, you follow me 'cause I know the way (God)

I′m in Philly and we all fly (Huh)

If we don't got the whip we do the walk-by (Yee)

On your new picture we archive (Ugh)

If we cross paths leave you cross-eyed

Had to slap a bitch chose the wrong side (Ooh)

Mob ties bitch you get hog-tied you chose the wrong side

Mrs. Whack I love your flow nobody rhymin′ like that

Had to clean out my trunk to put your mom in the back

The cops pulled me over they don't know your mom in the back

Big Whack makin' niggas take herbal and naps

These hoes can′t rap they need a permanent pack

I ain′t fuckin' with you boys need the cervical cap

Okay I′m bored

Okay I'm tired

Sleepy huh

Yeah I don′t wanna be like nobody else (Else)

Lookin' so good I might ride myself (Self)

Realize I gotta hide the wealth (Wealth)

Told bro it′s okay to be rich and stealth (Yee)

Twenty-two I might go fuck a MILF (MILF)

My twin sisters both white as milk (Milk)

Maybach inside came soft as silk (Silk)

Put a bitch on the molly now she tilt

This bitch been killed built like a crushed can

Makin' rap friends more sketch than a white van

Billionaire Boat more freedom than a white man

Fuckin' on a bitch and she sound like a hype man

Lookin′ for a fly nigga I′m what you type in (Go)

Been counted out since I could count (Yes)

Got a public and a private account (Yes)

For my bank and not my Insta', bitch