[Intro: Elly Jackson]

Been there, done that, messed around

I'm having fun, don't put me down

I'll never let you sweep me off my feet (Feet, feet, feet, feet)

I won't let you in again

The messages I've tried to send

My information's just not going in

This is, thi—thi—thi—thi—thi

[Verse 1: Ye]

Teflon Don, I'm feeling bulletproof

Kevlar Yeezy, I'm feeling bulletproof

Saving the world, Superman to the booth

Look (It's a bird! It's a plane!)

Then the screws is loose

Who asked you? This is that GOAT talk

[Refrain: Ye]

This ain't got nothing to do with you

Empty the cell, they done let Hoover loose

[Verse 2: Ye]

Empty my closet, now I'm feeling bulletproof (Yes, it's Superman)

Oh, yeah?

Tell you the truth but you already knew the truth (Yes, it's Superman)

Yeah, yeah

You know these fantasies dark, but they beautiful (Yes, it's Superman)

Back from the future too (Superman)

[Refrain: Ye]

This ain't got nothing to do with you

Empty the cell, they done let Hoover loose

[Verse 3: Ye & Kodak Black]

Take on the world on my own

Sometimes I say something wrong (Look at the sky)

Last I've heard, I was cloned

Niggas can't fuck with my clone, fuck was y'all on?

Put niggas on, should've never picked up my phone

Niggas woke up a giant, now I can't sleep

Better watch your tone, oh, yeah

My twisted fantasies still dark as hell, yeah, but they beautiful

Back from the future, I'm Michael Ye Fox on pharmaceuticals (Look at the sky)

They was just planning my funeral

Leave it to Ye to be late to the funeral

They throwin' shots, them bitches went through the roof

I heard you ate every one that they threw at you (Oh, your ass shook)

Oh, yeah

[Verse 4: Trippie Redd]

Shut the fuck up, huh, ho, yeah

This ain't got nothing to do with you

Take out like fifty-five racks, spendin' it up

We just like Roman numerals

Bust out the film like a movie, dude

Turn your life up

All of these niggas is spent up

Geeked, drivin' a foreign truck

Crossin' the line in this ho just like my cup (Cup)

Turn this shit up, ho, we up as a fuck

Bulletproof whip for a son of a gun

Fuck up the vibe, I ain't sparin' you nothin' (Yeah)

New bitch love too on me, face like a nun

Hop out of line and you're through, you done

Big shit talkin', I already won

Walk around feeling like Teflon Don

[Bridge: Kodak Black]

And we been through hella things

I know you think that I never change

But I never really meant to make you cry

I ain't saying that everyday

'Cause not every day gotta be this way

But sometimes, some of these niggas just gotta die

[Outro: Ye & Trippie Redd]

We finna go off, uh, we finna show off, uh

We just got Hoover free, uh, my hat broke off, uh

We finna go off, uh, we finna show off, uh

We just got Hoover free, uh, my hat broke off, uh

We finna go off, uh, we finna show off, uh (Shut the fuck up, huh, ho, yeah)

(This ain't got nothing to do with you)

We just got Hoover free, uh, my hat broke off, uh

We finna go off, uh, we finna show off, uh (Shut the fuck up, huh, ho, yeah)

(This ain't got nothing to do with you)

We just got Hoover free, uh, my hat broke off, uh

(Superman)