[Intro]

Nigga, it's demon time. What the fuck you talkin' 'bout?

Ahh! Yeah!

[Verse 1]

Wake up in the morning, I put on a shirt

I put on a beat, then I write a verse

Sliding on the hook, mission understood

Freestyling for weeks, I swear I could write a book

I just light a doobie, put my head inside a hoodie

Never listened to nobody, shit, I should have gone to juvie

Should I tell 'em I don’t like 'em? Should I mind what I was doing?

They can’t rhyme 'cause they too pussy. It took time to get as good as this

Ha!

It took time to get as good as this

It’s a vibe and you can’t lie, you trash, you ain’t as good as me

I shine until you blind, you lose your sight 'cause you can’t fuck with me

I’m riding on this Carti beat, I’m sliding and I fuck with it

My shorty got that WAP like Cardi B, she like to fuck to this

I’m running on a track like cardio, told my heart not to quit

Go hard on this, go harder on the next, and put your heart in it

It’s getting hot in here and hard to breathe from all the bars I kick

And shoutout to Don Bass, he wicked, feel like he my fucking twin

If he ask me for a feature, crack my knuckles, I'ma snap again

My newer tracks got niggas losing track of what is happening

I’m acting like an asshole, I might lash out and just smack a bitch

I’m rolling like a rockstar, I might crash and have an accident

I rape the beat, now they too traumatized to ever rap again

Bitches having heart attacks, I pop out in that cardigan

I’m popping all your bubbles, I’m a bad boy just like Martin is

Yeah!

A minute and a half on this, they still don’t know the half of it

They tried to do the math on it, my attitude is adamant

They glad when I get sad, I can’t be happy 'round you savages

Drunken fist, I'll gladly whoop his ass and take a nap again

Running laps around 'em, think I’m getting in my bag again

Shitting on ‘em, I think that my last drink had a laxative

Laughing at em like I'm Jordan, tell 'em that I’m back again

With smarter tactics, I hope they prepared when I attack at 'em

[Verse 2]

Keep me a mop

So many bitches we look like a mob

Taking my shirt off, they breathing gon' stop

Applying the pressure all over your thot

It’s a whole lotta red and the choppa don’t stop

She cream on my cock 'cause I’m cream of the crop

I take off my boxers and beat up the box

She turn off the light, but it’s turning me on

I take off my shirt she not breathing at all

I just lost fuel, now I’m stuck on the moon

Rappers is my food, triple M, you F’ers doomed

Cutlery so smooth, I cut a nigga with a spoon

They think I’m a goon, I get looks in every room

I’m not in the mood. Who the fuck you talking to?

Neighbors think I’m selling dope, I got them watching all my moves

I don’t answer FaceTime, I waste time when i’m with you

Leave yo' ass on read, you ever text me out the blue