[Verse 1]

Yo Rob, why you rappin' on a type beat?

Top of the charts, no shit yeah I might be

New to the game R-O-B they don't like me

Now bitches on my dick in the club going hyphy

Ooh did I say that? (huh) shit, I don't even mean that

She dont even text back, left me on ghost like a mohtafuckin' snapchat

Never taking breaks from my bars like a Kit Kat

Stop, wait, hold up, flex

Hunchback slouch from the diamonds on my neck (uh huh)

Step, step, laced up Nike Jordan number 1 cuz im runnin' to the check

B-b-b-boutta hit a licky, slide to the bank, money lookin' silly

Money lookin stupid, not a big dealy

Feeling like Wayne cuz i'm boutta hit a milli

Yeah I Just started rap

Money and the fame, gimme all of that

I can see clearly that this is my year

20/20 vision no cataracts so

What is the move, cook in the stu

Grrr, I'm a dog, money so blue

Calling you Steve cuz you don't have a clue

Always so sick so I don't catch no flues

[Verse 2]

*cough* ok, yeah

Beating on my chest like a bongo, macho

Wanna start beef? put my meat in her taco, nachos

Bitch so wet need a poncho, pronto

Please let me say this

Why girls on IG be the fakest

Wanna link up please get on the waitlist

I am the greatest

They don't know me, but i'm all on their playlist

You hate this? Nah

Flow so new, you old like grandma

Snap snap shutter up like camera

Eat her like buttercup, bitch i need stamina

Make her say "ayy" but she ain't from Canada

Ooh, yikes. don't crease the shoes

Turn up! lit off the booze

Run up my cheese, pay up your dues

Run up the streams, turn up my tunes

La di da di da

Ooh she wanna slob on my knob ooh

I got the toolies like Bob ooh

Keepin' a stick like corn on the cob

Man this is awesome

On top, hows it feel at the bottom

Don't ball, but I might have to cross em'

Make em' stop play dead like a possum

Feel like spring cuz your boy boutta blossom

Friday night drops everybody wanna cop em'

Shoot my shots, oh well boutta toss em'

Whole fam on the back, no sweat you know that I got em'