Released on November 2, 2020

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[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