[Verse 1: Yøs}

I'm allergic to bitch

I'll ask you get out my face and be quick

Lost in my thoughts like I’m schizophrenic

I'm seeing visions of you in a ditch

Do not compete where you do not compare

You against me man that's not even fair

We not playing games boy like space invaders

You running away till your lungs out of air

But run up on me you'll catch 2 in your, wait

I am not to blame

You go down in shame

I'll go down in fame

I just do my thing, yah

Make you feel the pain

I'm the chosen one

Kicking out the flame

Call me Liu Kang

Bop to the top

Got your life on my stopwatch

Counting down your days

On your grave I will pop lock

Just drop it

Cause I'm in the office

I'm calling the shots

And it's obvious

That you'll be a carcass

'fore you reach the top

I'm getting paid

The days of hard work going to waste

Will now be going away

You better gimme my praise

Cause I'll be saving the game

I set the track up ablaze

And put the world on a wave

I'm Global warming today

No more mister nice guy, that's a nice try

But I let the shots fly in the night sky

I spy with my lil eye, you’re a dead guy

I tried let you run hide Now you must die

[Hook: Boe]

Taking my work and then claiming the credit

You know where you're headed

(Know where you're headed)

After you pay me just do me a favor

And find you an exit

(Bye bye lil bitch)

My work is no joke

These niggas want smoke

They claim that they killers

They not even woke

I'm not digging this vibe

So just do me a favor quit wasting my time

[Verse 2: Simon]

Bitch I pay debit

Don’t need no cash or no credit

Don’t need to grind for my stacks I inherit

Commas on commas these bitches can’t bear it

Talk all that shit you'll be catchin this barrett

Versace Versace Versace Versace

I pull up, your bitch in the purple bugatti

Get head on the reg she be callin me papi

My name in the books right on top King o' Mali

Can I go fuck on yo bitch

Can she come suck on my dick

In a minute, I'll hit then quit to fuck up yo shit

I think you missed

I think you missin the feelin of diamonds surroundin yo wrist

Insecure bitch

Fuck out the whip throw a fit

When designer can't cover yo shit

Listen real quick

Listen real quick while I spit out this

Essay with the red face

How much I hate

Eses with the AK

For the clout chase

Fake dates

For your mixtapes

Did they get paid?

10k on your SoundCloud

Man them bots gay

Whoa

Your head look small from the top of this roof

Cash in my hands made my fingers turn blue

Talk about grindin to look out this view?

Least I can see it, dont know about you