Hook:

Scorin on them haters just like a touchdown

All my haters hate the fact that Im up now

Im still new to this I need to adjust now

All these record labels callin like whats up now

MK-47 Verse:

Bitch Im lookin to be the best

Tryna get diamonds VVS

Im up all night like CVS

She know where to go no GPS

Bitch Im tryna start a franchise

Fake people throwing up hand signs

They started listening its about damn time

Ima be stuck on you like a tan line

We in this bitch and we going fast

Ridin like Im bout to fuckin crash

In the back I got a fuckin stash

Might hop in the coupe and do the dash

Pass it to my bro Libra like Stevе Nash

Got a plug I dont need gas

They giving me some feedback

Thеy actin like they posted where the streets at

Alley oop like Im Kobe, bitch Im tryna tell my story

Spit fire bring more heat, these haters watching from the floor seats

Switchin lanes like Im Tory, tryna get some glory

Your music is too boring, this that shit they ignoring

Hook:

Scorin on them haters just like a touchdown

All my haters hate the fact that Im up now

Im still new to this I need to adjust now

All these record labels callin like whats up now

G-Libra Verse:

Ok knock knock, who's there? Its that nigga Libra

Posted in the whip, I be bumpin through the speakers

Never takin L's, yea you know Im undefeated

And Im grindin for this money nigga know I really need it

I just want to count up my cash, hop in my whip and Im doin the dash

Poppin the molly I spazz, smokin a blunt when I need to relax

I am in first you last, all of these lil niggas bout to be sad

And I dont really mean to brag, but Im going up and you know thats a fact

Scorin on you niggas like I made the touchdown

I want to count up the money my nigha I dont give a fuck how

I been trippin all day, I need to come down

Nigga you think you the hottest around my nigga you dumb clown