[Chorus]

Ayy, ayy

Bitch I sound astonishing

On my Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada shit

Hard as shit

I ain't got no chains on, I abolished it

Bottom bitch

Sick like common cold, you lackin' common sense

Ayy, I might hit that Shmurda dance, no Bobby, bitch

Astonishing

On my Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada shit

Hard as shit

I ain't got no chains on, I abolished it

Bottom bitch

Sick like common cold, you lackin' common sense

Ayy, I might hit that Shmurda dance, no Bobby, bitch

[Verse]

Wait for the motherfuckin' mixtape

Just know I don't make motherfuckin' mistakes

Did it my way since the motherfuckin' fifth grade

Y'all too fake, don't fall for the clickbait

Ayy, put my life on display

I don't make shit for y'all to dictate

Flow so cold took a motherfuckin' sick day

Go in the booth and I motherfuckin' hit-make

Say what you want, you ain't knocking the hustle

You tryna pop but I'm burstin' your bubble

Feelin' like Simba, the king of the jungle

I fit the styles like pieces of puzzles

Sometimes I feel like an OG, huh

My style drippin' no codeine, huh

Don't ever think of me lowly, huh

You see my level, I'm OP, huh

Tired of these niggas that trying me, nigga

I'm countin' my figures, I always deliver

I'm holdin' it down like I'm holdin' my liquor

Now get me a doctor, my flow gettin' sicker

Niggas try ballin' but here comes the kicker

This is my callin', no room for two winners

You lackin' the guts, I'll berzerk on you niggas

Man don't hit my line 'cause you don't look familiar

I don't like contracts, I'll find a loophole

Ballin' like Giannis Antetokounmpo

Workin' like fire, feeling like Zuko

Down on my luck but I flipped it like Judo

Out of this world, I'm livin' on Pluto

Think they the smartest, they ain't got a clue though

Think you the hardest, but little do you know

You at the bottom, I'm numero uno

[Chorus]

Bitch I sound astonishing

On my Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada shit

Hard as shit

I ain't got no chains on, I abolished it

Bottom bitch

Sick like common cold, you lackin' common sense

Ayy, I might hit that Shmurda dance, no Bobby, bitch