[Verse 1]

It's been so many niggas hatin, feel free to get off my dick

You niggas on the sidelines waitin for me to quit

I'm in the shadows tryna get my count up, and I'm movin quick

Bitch this not a war, a battle, Atilla with any grip

I'm not like you niggas, I'm silent, don't need a muzzle break

Niggas pocket watching, tryna drain me for every cent I make

Think he talkin biz, want percentages of the bread I made

Tryna pull out my pocket, it's empty for all these fuckin snakes

Weapons, I need walls full of weapons

I don't even wanna stress, these pussy niggas not my brethren

Put my trust in Smith & Wessons, drop him and forget em

I been in my element, and toned it down I was forgetting

I'm the motherfuckin chef, and niggas tryna take my sauce

That shit not an empty claim, that shit been clearer than some Voss

Niggas ran off with my beats like we won't come and knock it off

Rock a nigga in his jaw, smoke him jus like an exhaust

I take big backwoods to the motherfuckin face

I'mma take a nigga goods til I'm rollin in my grave

I'm still fuckin niggas hoes, put these bitches in they place

I know niggas mad at me, but they won't even wanna say

Need some Fendi, need some Hillside Chapel on my kicks

Need a Ferragamo bag, keep my rolls closer than a bitch

Need a 44 for my foes, fully loaded, let it spin

Choppa hit a nigga harder than a bodybuilder fist

[Verse 2]

If we pull up it's no second chances

Spin him round, look like he dancing

Body twist him out his vans

Them caskets been in high demand

I do the walkin, ain't no talkin

None these niggas get to barkin

Bag his bitch up on the belt

I tax em all if they want spark it

All tree barkin when I roll up

Put the key in, twist and start it

Push his buttons, see wassup

He walk away, he gon keep flaudgin

GodEatGod and niggas followers

On her knees praising and swallowing

Suck me up no baby bottle

Pop and lock on my dick droppin it

Aim, right in the centerfold

He ran off quick, we know he told

These niggas more like bitches

All that gossiping, it's all in bold

Cheesin hard at all my foes

My nigga we know what you on

You scheming, but you bout to fold

No poker face, you showin traces

Fakin niggas get exposed

We takin shit, we stomp, you roll

DMG, go for the gold

No diamonds, let that lil shit go

I'm shinin, I'm the one they want

6 stars, they chasing til I'm in my grave

Rollin laughing in my coffin, I won't care when I'm gone