[Verse 1]

If I’m gonna do it, I’mma do the shit flashy, ay, ay

Haters get to stretch their legs in my backseat, ay, yuh

Haters big talk, but still they don’t pass me, ay, yuh

All that number one talk, but still on my ass cheeks, ay, ay

You can never be like me, I know

You ain't on the seas like me, I flow

You don’t run the scene like me, maestro

I can lead the scene with me blindfolded

See, you talking all that heat, eye roll

But every time you call your seat dial tone

Hashira, I don’t ever lie low

And I keep three baddies everywhere I go

Said you wanna ball like me

Glamour that's all you’ve seen

You ain't never seen the pain

You ain't never heard the screams

Nah, but they know, they know

Said you wanna ball like me

Glamour that's all you’ve seen

You ain't never heard the screams

You ain't never heard the screams

Nah, well, they know, they know

I’ve seen y’all one of many many

You want, but you don’t want to get it

You want, but you don’t want the pressure

To flaunt, but you don’t want the lesson

You search for the light switch

All the while hoping to time skip

You a side kick

That's why you’ll never be remembered nothing more than my bitch

Shit ain't sweet, shit ain't sweet

Before I even got the bling, I had the heat

Before I even felt the rings, I felt defeat

And now I got these bad bitches in the crib with me

[Verse 2]

Shit ain't sweet, ay, ay, yuh

Shit ain't sweet, ay, ay, yuh

Shit ain't sweet, ay, ay, yuh

Shit ain't sweet, shit ain't

What? You wanna ball like me?

Well, you gotta learn to fall like me

Then you gotta learn to crawl like me

Then you’ll see you ain't at all like me

Been through the struggle

Now I got a time piece on my wrist

Now I got a dime piece on my hip

And I keep a tight leash on my bitch, you

Look in deeper, I have seen the reaper

Can't you see the speakers jumping? Sound Hashira

I’m a Demon Slayer, but I been a demon

Why you think I know a demon when I see 'em?

I’ve been through the struggle, I've been through the ringer

On the same shit, but a different season

On a different arc, and I know you peeped it

I say how I’m living, and they don’t believe it

What? You know me from the surface? Bitch, what you know about purpose? Shit

What you know about losing fam? So what I do a little flourishing

When you need me, I hurt 'em, shit, so what I rock a little Birkin with

When playing cards never turn my wrist, chips staying large never hurt my grip, yuh, yuh

All these bitches coming, but I’m staying nearby ready

Heard you turned it up to ninety nine, well, bitch, you getting Betty’d

Bitch, I only go one hundred, if we kick, it's getting Messi

Diamond shining in their face so much, it give them epilepsy

God of festivals, when I see blood, it looks like a confetti

On these animals, and, bitch, it’s feeling like the Serengeti

On that Trejo tip, you know I’m always stocked with the Machetes

At your mommas crib, and, bitch, well, she ain't serving up spaghetti

Yeah, ay, shit ain't sweet

You said you got the number one, well, bitch, you missed 'cause it ain't me

Ay, ay, yeah, shit ain't sweet

You said you dropping number one’s, well, I’m on top, so we gon' see

Yeah, ay, ay, we gon' see

Ay, ay, yeah, we gon' see

Ay, ay, yeah, we gon' see

Ay, ay, ay, we gon' see