[Verse]

Shit, I'm 'bout fly as space

Beef could start at 7:59, he gon' die at 8

Nah, for real, like I really put the "I" in fake

That don't make sense 'cause I ain't fake at all

Yo bitch could be a starting point guard, the way she play with balls

Walk into the function fly as fuck, feel like I'm taking off

Booty poking trough that Lululemon, told her take it off

Danny G tripped on this bitch, he should watch his step

Niggas thinking all my drip fake 'cause it's not on shelf

Told this lil' bitch she useless, she ain't got no L's

Shit, so am I, check the stats, I ain't got no L's

If I take a step in Meijer's, I'm evacuating giffies

Glock got a drum, see a opp, evacuate the victim

Cut into yo bitch thеn she let me еvaluate them titties

How the fuck he spent his last on pape and he ain't make a penny?

Like, looking at these hoes like this dick ain't gon' blow itself

Huh, looking at the opp like the stick ain't gon' blow itself

Hopped in the Scat like the whip ain't gon' float itself

Fuck a job interview, got one from, ayy

Fuck a job interview, got one from Adam22

Scam grandmothers, swipe cards, that's what I tend to do

Could've bought your lil' Impala, bought a tennis shoe

Let him try to jump in the deep, bro putting fin to use

Feel like Shaka Zulu, keep a stick, boy, I will pop yo noddle

If I ever tell bro draw the weapon, he is not gon' doodle

Nah, for real, like if he catch him out, he doing opp so futile

Keep a toaster and I specialize in turning thots to strudels

Got that fucker on me in the spaceship like I'm Baby Yoda

Looking at my bitch like you can't tell me that she ain't the coldest

We'll knock yo unkie out his socks, boy, we won't play with Otis

I don't even know what rhyme with that shit, man, come on

Squaring up with us? Think common sense done left his cranium

Sixty .233s, he thought this shit was WrestleMania

If I let my dawgs up out that cage, it ain't no taming 'em

If I ain't with my bitch or 'round Big Beaver, I'm with gang and 'em

Black-ass AF1s on, I'm feeling dangerous

You could be the chain on my neck, couldn't hang with us

Ayy, you could be the chain on my neck, couldn't hang with us

Think these niggas warm the bench a lot, they don't play with us

Hit Wally's with a punch, fuck around, broke my wrist

Want a real bitch, oh, forgot that they don't exist

I'll throw a 7.62, let him throw a fist

All these fucking scams I done did, I can't go legit

Pull up with yo mans, you gon' have to say his eulogy

Grabbed himself a spot in Heaven reaching for my jewelry

We could probably build a fucking house with all this toolery

Acting bad in Neimans, got kicked out for all my foolery