[Intro]

Actually, they want another one, another one

Hey, yo, you better flee, Hops

Seventy-two hours, shit

[Verse 1]

Everything I own in a box to the left

I don't mean no Beyoncé jams

But I roll me a J and pop me a Z to the death

I ain't talkin' Beyoncé's man

That bitch said, "Put a ring on it", she sings on it

Kinda like Beyoncé fams, but I ain't drop no singles lately

'Cause I'm too deep, messin' with the single ladies

I got dreams of a jet black Chrysler

Inside colours of a redback spider

Start off 2018 with a five-stack

Get it heavy, get it ten racks higher

I feel like the shit

Ronaldo, brother, I'm real like Madrid

Get Messi like Lionel, spin on your vinyl

Wax, I cut facts, I'm DJ Khaled, I'm the best

Steve Waugh in the slips, still Shane Warne with a bitch

Still raw with the spit, still spin words on a pitch

Still hit verses for six, try catch this

Bust raps with a recipe like Crusty Crab

The stars under the rock like Patrick

And the bar straight over your head

So I spit this Olympic flow, it's gymnastic

Your bars like the lips and tits of Kim, Kylie and Kris

Legit, they all plastic

Said he raps good, but he raps shit

Brother looking like an MC Catfish

Can't be stopped, can't be dropped

Roy Jones, I'm the carbon copy

Hard to stop, the juggernaut packs a punch

The kill streaks, run around like a Nazi zombie

Do you feel me, man?

You don't know 'bout the shit that I go through

Drop bars like a spirit bomb

It's a numbers game like Sudoku

But I still got the dragon balls

Rap be raw, like a sushi train, this ain't tofu

Nah, I don't get mad at all

Bag the ball at my side chick's house that I go to

Sesh for an hour

Sesh at her place, then sex in the shower

She's off her face from sessions of powder

Still got a face like Jessica Alba

[Refrain]

Life's good when you fuck good

I bet only my reals one know that

Bad bitch with a King Kong joint rolled

I bet only my real ones smoke that

Life's good when you fuck good

I bet only my reals one know that

Bad bitch with a King Kong joint rolled

I bet only my real ones smoke that, argh

[Vesse 2]

Still get money bust flows, still get money fuck hoes

Still stay wide and around, with the zip in the back seat

Still get money, puff smoke

Switch flows, ayy

Best with the poems

Rocky Balboa, Sylvester Stallone

All I really need's one take one breath

I hit it with one spray, we fresh as cologne

All of my homies act like they don't know me

They're phoney, so I'm never checking my phone

All of my homies act like they don't know me

They're phoney, it's better they left me alone

I'm blowing up like landmine

Damn, girl, givin' me the dutch right now

ECB to the 420

Body Bag Media, where the cones right now?

Ha, where the cones right now?

[Outro]

Ha, fuck that, one take, one breath

I'm your favourite rapper, hands down