[Intro: BLCKK]

SKOTSKR

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1: BLCKK]

I just bought the motherfuckin' whip, I hit civilian (Yeah)

I just had a dream about a couple hundred million (Yeah)

Tell me what that issue is again, I wasn't listenin' (Yeah)

Way that you motherfuckers wanna act, fuckin' sickenin'

Bitch, I am a problem (Hah)

You couldn't avoid me, yeah, I'm the one, employ me (Yeah)

Uh, said, "Fuck it, I think I got him"

Fresher than a motherfuckin', wait a minute, hold up

I'ma take two steps, motherfucker, fall back (Yеah, yeah, yeah)

See me outsidе 'bout it, bet it's all black (Bet it's all black)

Drop a fuckin' mixtape, ship it with the crack (Ship it with the)

Broke for a minute 'til they email me a rack (Ha-ha-ha)

Uh, every city, I'm a problem (Ah)

Blackin' in and out, I'm at the bar with a bitch I just met

And I'm skippin' my set

Next mornin', they comin' at my neck, said I'm fuckin' up a check, goddamn (Yeah)

Uh, whippin' one-fifty inside a fifteen (Yeah, yeah)

I been breakin' these bitches since I was sixteen (Woah)

Said he probably seen better, whatever that mean (Woah)

Her new man wanna see me with a jury 'bout it (Woah, woah, woah)

I been thinkin' 'bout killing him, wasn't sure about it

And I could hit that shit again, but what I get up out it? (Yeah, yeah)

She tellin' everybody 'bout it, I don't blame her

She don't know a thing about me now, I ain't the same, uh

[Bridge: Lil Darkie]

Check

Cut the check (Cut the check)

Cut the check, motherfucker, cut the check

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]

I been killing shit since I was seventeen on this mic

I'm a fiend for these racks like it was a bag of crack, huh

Fans always wanna know when new shit is droppin'

Spider Gang the greatest, yeah, this shit is never stoppin'

I been makin' music for the art, never the profit

Fuck all your enemies and pray they never profit

Uh, both hands stuck to a stick like a prophet

Both hands leather gloves on, no cotton

Both eyes on me, you better take caution

Smokin' so much marijuana I feel like a Martian, bitch

I'm Josh but I ain't joshin'

You ain't doing shit with all that motherfuckin' talkin'

All the cameras flashin' the second that I walk in

Through the window of my car, I can see you walkin'

Plottin', sittin' with my fingers interlockin'

How I'ma fuck your mom and put you up for adoption, bitch

Your songs got me yawnin'

Every show I do I get the whole crowd applauding, bitch

And when you speakin', stop pausin', it sound like you stallin', you are appallin', bitch

And when you runnin', stop joggin', before I pull up on you and take all of your belongings, bitch