[Intro: ItsManMan]

Yeah, I'm the hardest out

Niggas can't fuck with me, niggas know that, though

I'm not just rappin', that's what you gotta know

(Jxckk just want a drink)

Just ordinary shit talkin'

Yeah

[Chorus: ItsManMan]

Bitch, I'm not just rappin'

Throw a bitch away, you wanna fuck, then you can have her

She got her face done, BBL, she still average

Let me tell you 'bout the story of a young bastard

Closer to my dreams, I'm tryna see a hundred million

We don't save hoes, she wanna party with the villains

Pass the rock, they know that I ball, I got the vision

Raising Cane's, put an O in dog, bitch, I'm a menace

[Verse 1: ItsManMan]

Huh, ever since I got some change, I got 'em big mad

Can't come around, you not a member, whеre your wristband?

I'm the hardest out Dеtroit and that's a big fact

Getback is hangin' off my neck, it gave me whiplash, huh

Name a nigga out the city that can talk like me

Name a nigga out the East that's gettin' off like me

Huh, hundred for Amiri socks and I bought like three

How ironic I'm wearin' all black but this an Off-White tee

I've been on the radar, I got green in my background

Head tap, his blood hit the floor and made a splat sound

Huh, let us catch you throwin'— you gettin' packed out

48214, from East Warren to the Mack Town, nigga

[Chorus: ItsManMan, Bankroll Reese, ItsManMan & Bankroll Reese]

Bitch, I'm not just rappin'

Throw a bitch away, you wanna fuck, then you can have her

She got her face done, BBL, she still average

Let me tell you 'bout the story of a young bastard

Closer to my dreams, I'm tryna see a hundred million

We don't save hoes, she wanna party with the villains (Yeah)

Pass the rock, they know that I ball, I got the vision

Raising Cane's, put an O in dog, bitch, I'm a menace

[Verse 2: Bankroll Reese]

I ain't never forced shit, but some racks inside my denim

I don't send no shots at captions, if it's that, then I'ma send 'em

On the East, I was raised around dogs without a kennel

Bought a chain without no Glock like lookin' down when you dribble, huh

Might hit this road for eighty-five like George Kittle

Fuck rap beef, I'm tryna empty out your ride like fuck a riddle

KFC, these niggas say they in they bag, but chicken little

RIT sick 'cause we steppin' after class when we was little, huh

Turn on Pro Tools and get a bag off instrumentals

I'ma take this bitch a right straight to the Nash, they flicked the rental

Quadriplegic, 'cause most of these niggas rappin', I don't feel 'em

Six Mile to Eight Mile, I served out traps and lived in 'em, huh

He only got a pass 'cause his kids with him, huh

Tell 'em free Score, I would've did that bid with him

Free Lil' Tae, it's been a while, but he know I'm still with him

Take that one shit out of town, then triple down soon as we send 'em

Got a official skills, I blow, they call me Baby just like Skilla

Late at night, I'm servin' fiends, this shit like Michael Jackson, Thriller

You could go and ask the streets, they can't name no nigga realer

Had to hop outside, get active 'fore I ever made a Triller

I got bitches that's gon' bust that pussy open if I tell 'em

I got plugs overseas, I say the word, then they gon' sell 'em

Niggas hijackin' my style, I couldn't feel it if I felt 'em

I be high catchin' him out, I send him up like Odell Beckham

[Outro]

(Jxckk just want a drink)