[Chorus]

Gettin’ back to it? Name another kid that do it

Wanna talk money? You ain’t never been that fluent

Say you got the belt, soundin’ like everybody else

You don’t need the help, that’s why you ain’t never by yourself

Enough for the skillsets, I put the blame on these fuckin’ producers

Your hustle is useless, I heard your tape, it ain’t nothing exclusive

Let me explain, you took the L and the L is for lame

Just stepped in a lane, [?] claim you’re the best in the game

[Verse 1]

Right right right, you just rode the head last night

You must work for the shave room, ‘cause you ain’t never been that bright

You don’t know what the hood want, probably ‘cause I live that life

Get him like you don’t look drunk, how the hell you get that nice

While ya’ll talkin’ I endorse checks, I heard the stories then your [?] death

Ya should know that if it’s not the Rolie, then a Cardi on me when I’m Offset

Boy fresh when he all dressed, the way I do it got them all stressed

I make a movie with the bitch you choosin’ then she get the boot like it’s a Gore Tex

Scratchin’ my pockets, I’m itchin’ a plate, back in the pot and I’m whippin’ away

I handle my business equipped with a pistol, magazine in it - it got some issues

[Chorus]

Gettin’ back to it? Name another kid that do it

Wanna talk money? You ain’t never been that fluent

Say you got the belt, soundin’ like everybody else

You don’t need the help, that’s why you ain’t never by yourself

Enough for the skillsets, I put the blame on these fuckin’ producers

Your hustle is useless, I heard your tape, it ain’t nothing exclusive

Let me explain, you took the L and the L is for lame

Just stepped in a lane, [?] claim you’re the best in the game

[Verse 2]

Who [?] you dudes rap like?

You’re gonna need a new wave cap, ‘cause I don’t think you dudes rap tight

Lame cats know a nigga will, let your little crew act hype

Came back goin’ for the kill, saw I got a new flat price

We don’t hear you when you talk, all you [?] yourself

Get a nuke in here and go to war, ‘cause your career is goin’ north

Nothin’ scary to a boss, I be here when you get off

With a Panamera on your porch, I’m marinara with the sauce huh

All these foreigns I pull out - roofless

Tomi Lahren bitch you sound stupid

She’s been in my house she knows what it’s like

I told her get out and then I showed her the light

[Chorus]

Gettin’ back to it? Name another kid that do it

Wanna talk money? You ain’t never been that fluent

Say you got the belt, soundin’ like everybody else

You don’t need the help, that’s why you ain’t never by yourself

Enough for the skillsets, I put the blame on these fuckin’ producers

Your hustle is useless, I heard your tape, it ain’t nothing exclusive

Let me explain, you took the L and the L is for lame

Just stepped in a lane, [?] claim you’re the best in the game