[Intro]

Huh, bitch

What up, Helly?

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse]

SB4L, we the next to win

Ball now, throw me up on ESPN

I'll make ten off a name and a SSN

Bro'll up strap on a bitch like he lesbian

Sent his spirit through the clouds like the airline

What I'm saying is I gave dawg airtime

Only thing on my head is a hairline

Yeah, I rap but I jugg grannies in my spare time

Butter fingers, bro just dropped the opp

Fire-ass slide, boy, the clerk had to stop and drop

Roll on me but don't even stop the plot

Lil' bro acting tough but the chop stop the clock

"G-O-A-T" on my name tag

Opened up Instagram to some great cap

Brought one slide in store, left with eight bags

Bro just penalized a opp, he threw eight flags

I was born chosen, bitch, I was made to win

How I jam in store, I might break the rim

Tried to lock the door on me but I'm breaking in

Had to run it up my whole life, I might break a shin

Reaching over here? Huh, that's a leap of faith

'Cause we keep heat sticks, boy, don't get easy baked

They ain't at a concert if the opps see the Drac'

.30s and the buffs iced up like a piece of cake

Keep yo bikini bottoms on, I ain't SpongeBob

Bitch, drop straight to yo knees, you got one job

Turnt up now and I ain't twist one knob

I done scammed three Mikes, two Jims, and one Bob

Can't stand me? Let me get the bitch a chair

In my bag lately, only peaking out for air

Huh, sike nah, bitch, I'm trapped in there

Mickey D's in the club, brought the big MAC in there

Heard your lil' song, dawg, it was terrible

I'll snatch the Fucci off your back, it ain't wearable

Man, the cap is unbearable

Super ham, I should call you "Captain America"

Know the opps tired of dick sucking, find a new talent

I done made five in some eighty dollar New Balance

Yeah, I was tripping back then, now I'm too balanced

Let two opps try it, I'ma make two vanish

Bitch wanna fuck 'cause she say I look like Lil Tecca

Spinned her lil' ass, she outta luck like she Lil Tecca

Main bitch face card cold, she my lil' Elsa

Don't try it, we got big chops for you lil' fellas

Huh, scam this and I scam that

Jugg sense tingling, I know where hams at

Good cards, hit the store with a jam pack

Ball till I fall, 2K, where my Grand Badge?

Jumped in my bag and forgot hoes

One shot to his chest, let the pot hole

Caught him off guard with the strap, he did not pose

Wasn't fucking with the wave then, so don't hop on

Huh, nah, for real, fuck y'all

To you hoes out there, I won't cuff y'all

Like a veterinarian, bro'll touch dawg

ShittyBoyz shitting, we the shit, bitch, we up dog