[Intro]

What? Yeah

15, 15, 15, 15

(Apollo)

Yeah, mm

15, 15, 15, uh (15, eugh)

Yeah

Tuh, uh, huh, huh

[Verse]

Hop in the coupe and I'm racin'

Don't fuck with niggas just like I'm a racist

Bro caught a body, I'm not finna say shit

One of a kind, yeah, these fuck niggas hatin', hatin'

Rolls Royce look like a spaceship, no cap

I'm in that kitty like Doja, no cat

"Dakota, they wanna be ya," no Zack

Walk in the spot and I'm like, "Where the hoes at?"

They call my phone say they wanna book me for a show and I said, "It's a bet", yeah

I'm from New York but I'm not talkin' about NFL, when I hop in a jet (Okay, blatt)

ACOG scope, addicted to shooting, man, shoutout to Wes

I do a motherfuckin' show in a vest

They gon' deny it, they know who the best (Duh)

They won't say shit to my face but them boys got a whole lot to say when they all in they group chat

I signed a—, I signed a deal but I still ain't gon' drop out of school and they like, "How you do that?"

Big 1500, you know what I'm reppin', them boys wanna beef 'cause they already know us

They tryna tell me what I should do with my career but they still never got they diploma

How that fuck that work, huh? Tell me

I got a ARP, it never fail me

Nobody fuck with you, they never told you?

All the hoes fuck with me, they wanna feel me

Wa-Walk in a party, groupies tryna feel me

Ran up a mill' so they call me Namilly

I put the D-I-C all in her belly

I got the K on me incase they tryna—, you know?

They say I'm usin' the same damn flow, but it's my flow

And every time I switch it up on they ass, they say, "Go back to that shit that I know"

I seen that that boy put a S in his name but he already know that that's my shit

Been waitin' to punch a nigga in his face, so I might as well hop in a mosh pit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

That nigga been doin' old shit that I did

That nigga been copied the shit that I got

That nigga really my son, so he my kid

I shoot a Glock, boy, I'm high as a hotshot

We put a beam to his head, that's a red dot

Fuckin' your ho, now I'm makin' her bed rock

I put my mind to the craft for my bedrock

We killed another opp dead, it's a dead opp

.223, it go to the back of his head

If that boy talkin' down, put a rack on his head

Give a fuck 'bout a chain, bought attachments instead

Put ice on my neck like the back of a sled

Tried to find your career but it already dead

She suckin' me up, givin' almighty head

Repeatin' myself, bitch, I already said

Got your ho in the crib and she play with my dreads

We gon' knock off his head, leave him SoLLUMINATI

Got a Glock on my waist, leave a hole in his body

Got him shittin' himself, nigga, go use a potty

Is your ho in my phone? I don’t know, nigga, probably

On the block, 1500, they keep tryna find me

I can't fuck with that ho 'cause that ho tryna line me

Made a check that you make in a week off of rhymin'

[Outro]

Alright, alright, I'm done now, like for real