[Intro]

No matter what I’m betting on myself call me Johntay Porter a sick stupid rich ass nigga okay kinda sorta

[Verse]

Why you putting shit together? You know you can buy niggas

Balling ‘til I’m old and bald, you can call me Taj Gibson

They know I’ma set it off, that glizzy filled with Jada Picketts

I just fucked a Blasian bitch and she look like Minaj sister

We still putting niggas through that fire, this ain’t Shaka Khan

Even if his mom own the label, he still hard to sign

Even if you got a VPN, no nigga hard to find (Mhm)

Step right in front and put that shooter fast right between his eyes

How you always hurt the one you love? It work both ways

It’s fucked up how these niggas get booked and leave mustard on the page (Ouu shi)

Halloween, we just left a nigga pumpkin on thе pave’

Scrape a face, thе explanation for that black and yellow tape

Gotta watch these bitches, they might sneak and take the rubber off (The droppas)

It’s turkey on the back the glizzy, call that shit Butterball

Ain’t no flaw, but some niggas praying on my downfall

Lab-made, he ain’t cash paid, his ice from out the mall

My biggest fan, I fucked her while my song playing

That Aubrey Graham burn so bad I named it Usher Raymond (The droppas)

Get a drop, I ain’t stingy, I’ll send my drop in training (We the droppas)

He don’t know we at that door unexpected like the maintenance

Niggas Chris Paul, I gotta keep my jersey tucked

Young rich shooter, okay, I think she heard of one

Lil bro nasty, swing that belt, started giving niggas bullet bumps

She said if I let her ad-lib this, I’m getting my dick sucked

No Busta Rhymes, that shit gone soon as I touch it

Aim that fully Drac’ the right way and turn something into nothing

She ain’t right, she’d probably line her daddy if you buy her something

Broke peasant-ass nigga, I’m a king, Deandre

I’M A KING, DEANDRE HUNTER