Ayy

Woooo

Turn the headphones up

Turn it up.. turn it up...

Yeah

Yeah

Call up the fireman I'm bout to drop

Bottles on bottles man I'm bout to pop

Murder this beat man I don't need a Glock

I'm taking your bitch and she giving me top

Woah

Bars drop on you trap kids who do whack shit for a smash hit

Classics for you basterds I've got mad hits in my backpack

Gold bars like I'm Shabba Ranks

Spit bars for the motherland

Don't forget to check the blindspot

Mirror mirror imma icon

Barely sleep man I'm too woke

I'm the one yeah I've been chose

Flow cold like the pen froze

Always been quick to dispose

All you fake rappers with the piss flows

Tryna survive I'm on the hunt you are the prey

Do you capiche

Ay do you capiche

 2017, these niggas looking at me strange

Shit been hot up in the game, I dropped a tape, it ain't the same

Used to looking at my past, man, I had to change the views

If I fall I never lose, I get back up and make a move

Got my tape buzzing, niggas wanna do them features

I got up in the game, these haters watch me from the bleachers

Counting up these Franklins like my first name Aretha

I won't stop rapping till we selling out arenas

Get up on the mic, I introduce it to the reaper

You shallow rappers need a paddle when I spit this Ethern

Always on defence like I'm tryna play a keeper

Never wife a chick unless she got me like Ayesha

Surrell

Call up the fireman I'm bout to drop

Bottles on bottles man I'm bout to pop

Murder this beat man I don't need a Glock

I'm taking your bitch and she giving me top

Woah

Call up the fireman I'm bout to drop

Bottles on bottles man I'm bout to pop

Murder this beat man I don't need a Glock

I'm taking your bitch and she giving me top

Woah