[Hook]
12 on my back and I feel like Tom Brady
When I walk in the room, all the bitches go crazy
Pull up to the party and I'm leavin' witcha lady
Gimme neck 'till it snaps, I'mma call her Gwen Stacy
My pockets never slim but I can really be shady
I been gettin' to the money but I'll never let it change me
[Verse 1]
If you wanna fight, get sliced like Kimbo
Duckin' my fade like a motherfuckin' limbo
He be really talkin' but I know he won't be walkin'
I'm like Triple H, I'll throw yo ass out the window
(Yeah, aye)
Heartbreak kid, boutta hit 'еm with a superkick
Said he want smoke, now I know hе a stupid kid
Shootin' up the scene like directors in the movie, bitch
No cap when I rap, man, I'm spittin' it in lowercase
Got the hoe so mad that she don't wanna show her face
Said she want a Superman so she can be a Lois Lane
Dog ass dude, I'm a motherfuckin' doberman
They couldn't see me comin' with 2020 vision
Space coupe is what I'm whippin'
Spaceboy is on a mission
Hot rocket in my pocket and I'm not afraid to pop it
Load it up and I cock it
Goddamn yo, I shot 'em
Shot him in the socket now that boy is in a coma
Shot that boy up in the eye, now I call it glaucoma
I be goin' crazy like Diego Maradona
Kickin' shit, gettin messy when I'm out in Barcelona
Throwin' shit real mean, I'm the rap Joe Kelly
But I'm always hittin' bombs like the boy is Cody Belli
Choppa's real hungry, let it eat up at ya belly
But bitch, I get it poppin' like we poppin' up confetti
(Yeah, aye, uh)
I'm 'boutta switch it up
Get to the money, I'm countin' these digits up
She actin' funny, I had to dismiss her, bruh
Talkin' on Twitter and I had to mute her
These boys only gangster when they on a computer
That boy is cappin', he ain't with the shooters
He faker than titties that you see at Hooters
But the wings real good though
Don't try to fuck up my mood, hoe (yeah)
I be in the crib, steady cookin' up a hit
Kickin' shit like Hugo
Kickin' like Hugo
In the whip, yeah two doors
I don't need you, hoe
Bitch, I'm too cold (aye)
[Hook}
12 on my back and I feel like Tom Brady
When I walk in the room, all the bitches go crazy
Pull up to the party and I'm leavin' witcha lady
Gimme neck 'till it snaps, I'mma call her Gwen Stacy
My pockets never slim but I can really be shady
I been gettin' to the money but I'll never let it change me
(Ha, yeah, aye)
Never let it change me