[Intro]

(Whitey Bulger)

That last nigga that you was fuckin' with, that nigga was a bum and you could never do better than me

What are you thinkin' about? Like

[Verse]

Grabbin' niggas for they Grammys if I catch 'em lackin'

That was not a Percocet, I sold him Tylenol

Slammin' niggas to the floor just like I'm John Cena

Cuban links and Cartiers because I'm really havin'

Pump fakin' with the blower, bitch, I'm really clappin'

Finnese God pourin' Wock' up in a 7-Up

I'm rich, bitch, you really broke, I'm really banded up

The last nigga that you fucked was like a speck of dust

That lil' bum-ass nigga you was fuckin' on, bitch

The last nigga that you fucked was like a speck of dust

Oh yeah, you a bum too fuckin' on that nigga bitch

The last nigga that you fucked was like a spеck of dust

These niggas always chasin' bitches, go and chasе a bag

Chopper bullets really big, imagine if it hit you

She blessed a nigga, I ain't sneeze, but I'ma wipe his nose (Achoo)

Finesse God gettin' bands, bitch, you fallin' off

I ain't even tryna rush, I'm tryna take my time

Good Finesse, they know the name, but now they know the face

Never comin' up in third, bitch, I'm first place (Ooh)

Trophy boy goin' live, bitch, I'm bleedin' shit

Got killed playin' games tryna get some clout (Ooh)

Finna blitz for the bag, they ain't seen it comin'

Stank, mama in the back smellin' like onions

Big bands in the morning, bitch, I'm takin' off

I tried to tell these niggas I was takin' off, it's too late now

Big bands in the morning, bitch, I'm takin' off

I think I'm finna take off like a rocket on these motherfuckers, you feel me?

Big bands in the morning, bitch, I'm takin' off

Ayy, Grinch mode, finna take it all just like I'm Swiper

Free the real niggas, free the gang, free the lifers

I'm John Cena on the beat, you can't see me

Bitch doin' whatever I say just like a genie

He a bitch, nigga, I can tell that he a weenie

Lil'-ass chains with them lil'-ass pieces

Trophy boy steady comin' first and you in last place

These niggas out here really fuckin' broke, they in some bad shape

Got up in my bag, it got 'em mad, they got the sad face (Yeah)

Addin' up this money, gotta get it, it's a dough hunt

Knocked it out the park, I hit the bitch up on the first try

Know your nigga booth 'cause I'm a joint and he a small fry

Knocked it out the park, I hit the bitch up on the first try

I hit that bitch, nigga, on the first night, nigga, no cap

Know your nigga booth 'cause I'm a joint and he a small fry