[Intro]

I'm not gon' lie to y'all, like, midwxst kind of been goin' kinda crazy this year

I'm not gon' lie, like, he be droppin' hits, on hits, on hits, on hits (Thanks, Zuko)

Nah, facts, and like, his consistency, bruh, and the videos

Everything, bro, his sound is just fucking different

Yo, he really, he, he, he 'bout to be crazy

You know, I was like from the phone, like, yeah, nobody—

I'm like, he might pull up on some crazy shit, like, he should've known how [0:22 ?] how I feel, type shit

But at the same time, I'm kinda expectin' that shit because it was always hard

You should've, he, he gon' murder the all the motherfuckers who ain't ready for him

Back in action, back in action (Action)

Back in action, back in action (Action)

Back in action, back in action, gang, let's get it (Back in action)

Back in action, back in action

We like that, back in action

Back in action (Action)

[Chorus]

Let me talk my shit (Woo, woo)

Or did I flex too much?

Air out business quick (Air it quick)

'Cause I compress too much

People on my dick (They be on my dick)

'Cause I impress too much

Don't get hit with that stick (Not with that stick)

'Cause you expect too much (On God)

[Verse]

Bitch, I'm only nineteen (I'm only nineteen)

I'm only nineteen (I'm only nineteen)

I got some brothers that shoot on command, no, boy, we are not fighting (No, we are not fightin')

He thought he was a threat, but I know that he bluffin', that boy is just typin' (Woo, woo)

Love my shooter named Zeus 'cause he come out that cut, know he come with that lightnin' (Woo, woo)

Know I'm bigger than life, know my life is a movie directed by Spike Lee (Directed by Spike Lee)

Give a fuck 'bout the comments or anythin' anyone wan' do to spite me (They wanna spite me)

Shit, if I was you, I'd hate me too (On God)

I'm a threat, bitch, no, that's nothing new (On God)

On my neck, bitch, I broke out the zoo (A zoo)

Said I'm hard? Well, that shit is old news (Old news)

Indi' baby, made it out the Nap' (The Nap')

I've still got some brothers in the trap (In the trap)

I've still got some brothers wavin' flags (Wavin' flags)

Bringin' money in, I got the cash

Got three phones on my body, what number?

Know I'm mixin' that Rick with the Junya (Woo)

Hatin' on me, like Kanye, I wonder (Woo)

We gon' run in the house, we gon' plunder (Yeah)

The fuck is a box? (Woo) You can't keep me in

Know we servin' out hot shit like Auntie Anne's (Ha)

And my bro wear them colors like Uncle Sam

We gon' push up, provide, nigga, that's the plan

Know I rock out the show, then I talk to the fans

Walk in that bank and deposit the bands

All black how we movin', bitch, movin' that Benz

I need new hundreds, them Benjis, them mans

I get on the stage and bitches fall in trance

Free all my brothers that's locked in the pen

Never gon' tell, not stepping on no stand

Been going up, bitch, I been in demand

Word to boy joeyy, that bitch gonna shake it

She want a pic', I told that boy to take it

Niggas be fakin', they fake 'til they make it

My brodies ride around, know that they dangerous

Spittin' this shit off the dome, speakin' facts

No one go harder, say that shit with my chest (Woo)

That boy a tire the way that he pressed (Woo)

When you start gettin' money, bitch, you know the rest

[Chorus]

Let me talk my shit (Woo, woo)

Or did I flex too much?

Air out business quick (Air it quick)

'Cause I compress too much

People on my dick (They be on my dick)

'Cause I impress too much

Don't get hit with that stick (Not with that stick)

'Cause you expect too much (On God)