[Intro]

Ha!

K. O. E., man

GhostBoy got the sauce

Y'all know how I’m coming

[Verse]

I'm clogging her pipes when I go in and out 'cause she drip like a faucet, they call me a plumber

I don’t wanna kick it, I hit it then punt her

I don't wanna cuddle, no this not a slumber

He think he the first, I know that is a bummer

He really believe her, he couldn't be dumber

She told him I hit it, he still didn't dump her

I bet you didn't know that your wifey's a cummer

They fussing and fighting, he ask why she do it, ha!

Because she said I was funner

You don't gotta worry as soon as I smashed, then I deleted her number

Hop in a two-seater, I'm doing the dash (Nyoom!)

No nigga, this not a Hummer

I’m married to money, I play with them bands, you would think that I’m a drummer

I'm minding my business, don’t wanna be bothered

Don't bring her 'round me, or she's gonna get slaughtered

Versace my shirt, and yea, Gucci my boxer

Feeling myself, got me popping my collar

Bro stop all the capping, your chain made of copper

You think you the hottest, well guess what, I’m hotter

These rappers be jocking, they just wanna be me, be watching your tone when you talk to your father

Don't worry 'bout what I bang on the block

Just worry 'bout Syllable banging ya thot

She feeling a kid, 'cause I stay with the guap

Her head game is crazy, insane with the top

She made me explode, like I'm shaking a pop

Bet all of my fans go insane when this drop

No I do not care if you crazy or not

Just don't look too hard at this chain that I rock

If you try to take it, I'm flaming your top

As soon as he fall, then I'm staining an opp

Collect all his chips, Frito-lay in the box

Get bait, like a Cheeto, them flames is hot

Louis V belt, but these hands on my socks

Got tired of the Rollie, I'm changing a watch

And lately been having my way with a lot

They call me the goat, ain't no taking my spot

Get in up in the ring nigga, I don't gotta grab a .30

Shoot it from the wing, it got me balling, like I'm Stephen Curry

Got so many different flows, and now I got them in a flurry

I call up C Drilla, and you know it got them in a hurry

I be sipping hella lean, codeine it got my vision blurry

He was talking on the net, I spot 'em, got 'em, did 'em dirty

Trust none, cold world, so you gotta show no mercy

God on my back, so I promise I ain't ever worry

You broke, you mad, 'cause I got mine

Nigga focus on your hoe, 'cause she not mine

All this ice up on my wrist, I could stop time

Let me talk my shit, let me pop mine

I be killing all these beats, how I'm not signed

If a label wanna see me on that dotline

I'ma need all my percentage, like I'm 9lokknine

How these niggas want a feat', but ain't got rhymes

Praying on my downfall? Stop trying

Say you better than me? Stop lying

You ain't talk about a bag, I ain't got time

'Fore the green move weight, like I'm Popeye's

Better look both ways at the stop sign

They'll catch you broad day, leave you flat line

Shorty stop it, cut it out, you ain't that fine

And I'm running 2k with the stock line, squad!