[Intro]

Yeah

[Verse]

Mic check, 1, 2, we be going at it

Tricks up my sleeve, but this ain't no magic

Everything we do is automatic

Now I got a TV with no static

I’m getting cars like the Pontiac Bandit

All of their jets, they don't know how to land it

I'm on the stage, but they never can plan it

Trippin’ like Jack, ain't no Chrissy or Janet

I'm in the convo, y'all can't even see

Pull up in the Porsche with the 9-9-3

Everything we do is fine by me

I got the red with the bottle of Visine

Say you can rap, why not give it a try?

I run on spite, all the hate get me high

Cutting them tiеs, but they never say byе

You say you drip, but you never been fly

So now you think you is the man (man)

You is the man with the plan (the plan)

Yet your streams only getting like five views

And you really just thinking that I lose

Say you the greatest to do it but-

You ain't never do nothing (wait, what)

You ain't never do nothing (wait, what)

You ain't never been the king (the king)

Check that drip up on me, gonna cost you 40,000

They just want to climb, but they can’t even reach the mountain

I got a hundred bands, my fans up in the stands

My watch it shine so bright, it gon put you in a trance

This that dark trap flow, we ain’t got no olive branch (yeah)

'Bout to drop a hundred bands (what)

On a mixtape for the fans (fans), on a mixtape for the fans (uh)

These rappers all be plants (they plants)

If they came from nepotism, I ain’t never shake no hands (what)

High school days, yeah I really don't miss that

We was in the class, we was doing them quick maths

Something I don't ever really wanna get back

I got the green on me like Chris Kratt

I got green like Chris Kratt (yeah), y'all be blue like Martin

When y’all get to charting, y'all just get departing (what)

I'm taking off like a rocket

And these people, they want me to stop it

And I go and just make a deposit

But I left the check in my closet (what)

Bex cut me off, made me 10x better

They don't even know how to get that cheddar

Are they on my side? It depends on the weather

They be asking 'round 'bout who wore it better

The blue or the black or the white or the gold

You want their soul then consider it sold

Give 'em the cash, you know they gon fold

They be on stage, they be growing like mold

9-1-1, don't need no dispatch

I don't need backlash, I don't need whiplash

Y'all be throwing all these shots like a diss track

I got the green on me like Chris Kratt

I got green like Chris Kratt, you be blue like Martin

Y'all ain't get to charting, y'all ain't get to charting