Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger

Uh, getcho mansIf you switchin′ up, then tell me in advance (yeah, ayy)

Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips, ayy, yeah

Chain swingin', dunno where the medal is, ayy, uh

Pull up on a bitch, she dance, got us some heaven pants

Bitch, we on a different rank, I am the veteran (ayy, yeah)

Bitch, I equip my bands then I just do my dance, ayy, yeah

Killstreak shit on the game, then I just represent, ayy, yeah

Mona Lisas and Picassos, bones are limp, I′m a child, hoe

Cultural vision on a 5-0, waves from when we out, hoe

Came storm like it's X-Men, fuck with me, you is dead man

In my pockets, dead man, and I leap like it's Jumpman

Coach seats in the airman, trophies, don′t compare them

(What′s a Grammy to a necklace? And my granny gave it to me)

What's a gram to a fake bitch? Indonesian, what′s the language?

Think I'm speakin′ like a bad bitch, background in a whole different continent

Hoe, we got different ad-libs, hoe, we got different mothers

Hoe, we got different cash, hoe, we got different chances

Hoe, we got different culture

Rollin' deep with my dawgs

You would think it′s a veterinary, I reached my goals by January

Got the eyes of a tiger, Katy Perry, gettin' married to the game

Little bitch, we're not the same, and that bitch pussy wet like Johnny Dang

And that bitch done stole my 20k, and I′m jokin′, rollie pollie with the Zaza

Sippin' drank, combine it with the foie gras

You goin′ need to bargain when you buy, buy

I don't got a problem with the harga

I′m the finished product, you the mockup

Quit the Xanny, bitch, get your bars up

You too slow, just get to the choppa

Just woke up, I get to the commas

You roll joints, I'm rollin′ impalas

I do not write, I'm just tellin' my truth

When I get in the booth, I don′t fuck with no Judas

Got Mac, no computers

Got so many suns, I don′t know where the moon is

If you got a gang man, I got a comuna

We pull up with goonies

But I'd rather sit in my peace like I′m Buddhist

You fuckin' with groupies, I get Mila Kunis

I′m geekin' she gimme the face, uh

I fell in love in the middle of Covid

She badder than Addison Rae, uh

Your man did a post for that Fashion Nova, seven times

And he never got paid, uh

I told my girl, "Hit the mute on the zoom"

And now she takin′ off the parade, uh

I took the family, one trip in Japan for the week

Because that's how we're raised

Uh, getcho mans (ayy)

If you switchin′ up, then tell me in advance (yeah, ayy)

Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips, ayy, yeah

Chain swingin′, dunno where the medal is, ayy, uh

Pull up on a bitch, she dance, got on some heaven pants

Bitch, we on a different rank, I am the veteran (ayy, yeah)

Bitch, I equip my bands, then I just do my dance, ayy, yeah

Killstreak shit on the game then I just represent, ayy, yeah

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa

Me and Warren 'bout to kill this shit

It is gettin′ scary, get a crucifix

Thought I'm ′boutta leave, but I renewed the lease

All the snake bitches get a peace sign

Rewind that shit, remind that bitch

We the kings 'fore he turn to ashes, don′t forget now, bitch

I'm the man, you a background, ayy

Who the fuck tryna go clash to clash with me?

I'm practically the most savage

The most braggadocious boy that you′ve ever seen

I′m on caffeine, black jeans denim hold

Bags and keys, you slow Activis I'm sippin′ tea

(I'm limpin′) 'cause I got a whole game to carry

At the top, you can′t reach

Oh my God my Nikes, I'm Mariah Carey

Got a check in December

Miss shots like a sober man who don't join the mili-military

Missin′, sign you the side of a dairy

Where he go, shit gettin′ scary

I don't fish fight, "Bitch, I′m pretty"

Goddamn I'm pretty, bitch

And I′m back in the juice

I don't play by the rules, I don′t work in a cube

We attack anything that'll make any moves

I don't make an excuse

Before you walk in, take off the shoes, bitch

All you lil′ boys sippin′ on Trulys

I got blues but you so clueless

Mark my words, I'll act in a movie, lil′ bitch

I got blue bills match with the pants they some blue jeans

With a bad bitch in the side of this two-seat

Schoolboy gettin' his P′s and Q's, I be groovy

Yes, I′m in a new scene, bitch, I got new keys

In Jacuzzis, you be in the nosebleeds, why they all moody?

Bitch, my bands be taller than Uzi

Getcho mans, kick 'em out, like Bruce Lee, ayy

Uh, getcho mans (ayy)

If you switchin' up, then tell me in advance (yeah, ayy)

Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips, ayy, yeah

Chain swingin′, dunno where the medal is, ayy, uh

Pull up on a bitch, she dance, got us some leather pants

Bitch, we on a different rank, I am the veteran (ayy, yeah)

Bitch, I equip my bands, then I just do my dance, ayy, yeah

Killstreak shit on the game, then I just represent, ayy, yeah