[Intro]

Ayyyy, (Getta Beats) waddup Getta

[Chorus]

We’ll hit his block with a missile like it’s WarZone. Laptop in Starbucks, yeah, I’m in that one mode. Should I throw the Moose Knuckle on or the Goose coat? Profile fire, hit Verizon, and get four phones

They used to talk down on me; now they’re on hush mode. EDD had dawg connected, but he’s back broke. We gon' pop lungs in this bitch if we hear it’s smoke. They don’t put no pape in my pocket, so it’s fuck these hoes

[Verse]

I got a heart to run it up, not to love a bitch. B22s running around on somе Christian shit. You ain’t really getting to the papе; just jump off a cliff. Oh, you’re not calling about the pape? Yeah, I’m not convinced

I ain’t never been broke; I can’t reminisce. I was down, now I’m up on some YoYo shit. Lil bitch boujee; she don’t want no veggies on her dish. Big chop, put him in the air like he popped a rift

Let us hear it’s up; we’ll get it jumping like it’s Sky Zone. RIP Steve Jobs; bitch, I’m tripping off these iPhones. How the fuck? My shoes reading "Off" but I got 'em on. I really rock my heart on my sleeve cause it’s made of chrome

Bitch, I paid six for a splatter; these the Margiela's. No, I will not save you, bitch; you not Cinderella. Reaching over here? Boy, you better use your cerebellum. Bro off Jugger nog, and he keeps a Pack-a-Punched Beretta

[Chorus]

We’ll hit his block with a missile like it’s WarZone. Laptop in Starbucks, yeah, I’m in that one mode. Should I throw the Moose Knuckle on or the Goose coat? Profile fire, hit Verizon, and get four phones

They used to talk down on me; now they’re on hush mode. EDD had dawg connected, but he’s back broke. We gon' pop lungs in this bitch if we hear it’s smoke. They don’t put no pape in my pocket, so it’s fuck these hoes

[Verse]

Real MVP, she already knows that I’m gonna score. I’ll up chop, I don’t wrestle; I ain’t Randy Orton. Bro really keeps the hammer on him, you could ask Thor. I’m gonna spin this bitch if I hear there’s pape on the floor

Got a ray gun in the whip; I’m a space invader. You gon' need more than a cape if you tryna save her. If them lil kicks in store, I’mma punch 'em later. You don’t even know me, but you choose to be a fucking hater

This lil hoe keeps talking about some "us," but I’m like, who is we? Most Improved Player got me feeling like I’m Trdee. If I’m ever losing, I turn up; I don’t gotta cheat. He gon' get his little bubble blown like he sent a tweet

[Chorus]

We’ll hit his block with a missile like it’s WarZone. Laptop in Starbucks, yeah, I’m in that one mode. Should I throw the Moose Knuckle on or the Goose coat? Profile fire, hit Verizon, and get four phones

They used to talk down on me; now they’re on hush mode. EDD had dawg connected, but he’s back broke. We gon' pop lungs in this bitch if we hear it’s smoke. They don’t put no pape in my pocket, so it’s fuck these hoes