[Intro]

Fuck it loud, fuck it loud

(Damn, Dali made this?)

Alright, come on

Ayy, hm

[Verse]

My bitch told me I'm the G.O.A.T and I'm like type shit

Called Pippy Long and she gon' kick you with a high kick

Better batter up or we gon' cross you on some Mike shit

All that rap dissin', it ain't shit to get his mic flipped

My Mexicans be at your door, no more locked doors

He was gettin' off his job, he 'bout to die sore

Unc' a hundred-fifty years old, he a dinosaur

He used to sip the drank, and he's still lookin' for a pint to pour

Thought they was a hundred, I was wrong, niggas counterfeit

Huh, niggas barkin', he a pug, he is not no pit

You robbed a nigga for his fake buffs, that is not no lick

Two Glocks, Sasha and Malia, these Barack kids

Damn, thug, hеard about your gun, a buddy told

Serial killer, put some holеs up in a nigga, honeycomb

Kleenex, right before he sneeze, wipe that nigga nose

Call him Jayson Tatum, we had hit his back, then left an O

He want a free feature, I don't know dog

They thought I was Chinese how I smoke dog

Hm, not a cop, I made him freeze like he was Olaf

Hip shot, he walkin' with a cane like he O-Dog

Gotta tone this shit down, the feds listenin'

Sorry, can't pick up the phone, I'm out here gettin' it

Hm, I can't put the mic down, the feds feelin' it

Squirt, bitch, get over here, I'm finna finish you

You movin' loose, gon' fuck around, you gon' get hit next

Hm, walk a mile in my shoes, them some big steps

Hm, you wanna get it off your chest, you gotta bench press

If he blind, I'm sprayin' at his glasses like some Windex

Hm, I'm the hardest out my city, nigga, say I'm lyin'

I'm the hardest out my city, I'll say it twice

Get a bag and spend a bag, that's my state of mind

Huh, I'm tuned in, got more connections than the cable guy

If I stop rappin' today, they gon' still love me

If I never hit the stu', she gon' still fuck me

Huh, you ain't tryna get a bag, just wanna kill somethin'

This shit I spend on clothes today, that's your bill money

Bag on a nigga head, you would think he hikin'

This bitch always write my songs, man, I think she like me

Nigga tried to throw a jab, he must think he Tyson

A boxing glove on F&Ns since he think we fightin'