[Verse]

I wasn’t born with the best of luck

Now all of a sudden these hoes wanna fuck

Now all of a sudden I’m riding in big black trucks

It’s a Double R, this not a Hellcat

Hell yeah

I got it and I whip it

Way I’m styling and then switching

And I’m cooking in the kitchen

Way ahead of you bitches

She eat me up, I’m delicious

Niggas so broke they need some stitches, yeah

He so green like my matcha

Had to double tap him up

I feel seen when they follow all my moves, everything I do

See how I’m a fashion killer

Way I walk into the room

Niggas can’t have one original thought

Still wondering why they doomed to fail

I got the answer, it’s right here, hell yeah

Why do you care if I’m straight or queer?

I ain’t even rage baiting

Fuck it, go Young M.A

Fuck up the plate like I barely ate

Tryna be a household name, Justin Timberlake

Fuck it, go ten ’bout two

Never gonna give up till I go Deadlone tour

Till my whole discography get a repertoire

Clothes, I make a cacophony

I’m my own couture

I told all my niggas to catch up

And meet at the rendezvous

Cut off everybody, thought he celebrity, now he so alone

Bitch, look up in the mirror

Is that you? (Is that you)

Bitch, look up in the mirror

Is that who you want to be forever?

Taking your bitch back from me

Bitch, that’s a whole endeavor

When it come to hoes in this bih

Pussy nigga get several

Bitch, I go one of one

One shot and then you gone

One round and then she done

Knock her out like a bulldog

Knock her out like WWE

Nigga think he gone

But his tank really be on E

His tank really be so empty

He don’t no money

He don’t got nobody

’Cause he cut off all his homies

Now niggas all up on they dolly

I’m trynna turn Deadline to a movie

Slay her like movie scene

What the fuck

I’m counting up till I can’t see no one

Popping a perky like a Mike and Ike

But I still gotta catch a flight

I knock her down like buff, yo bitch say im a chud

Im so drip it get messy need a tarp

Niggas not what they say niggas just gon larp

Big ass ARP gon protect the B-roll

Fuck is you throwing up gang signs for

Like you didn't get beat up

Fuck is you saying why would you talk

When you already knew that I would'nt care

This not L'Oreàl Paris but I put blonde in my hair

I put diamonds on my rings

You another whole dimension of stink

I tap the DMT until i can't think, until it blink

That bitch look at me

She want fuck me cause pockets chi-ching

I just swiped up on her story, sexy bitch like, do you want link

When you come over dont give me no kiss

I just wan bend your ass over the sink

See her in the mirror like, fuck do you think, fuck do you bring

(AH, AHAHAHA, YEA)