First things first, I hate all you niggas

I will beat the commercial breaks off you niggas

The drip different, there's nothin' worth takin' off you niggas

Once that pressure on you niggas, I'll off you niggas

Uh...No bitch got the addy to my hideaway

I leave 'em watchin' 'coz I don't give 'em the time of day

A nigga busy, I got money on my mind today

If I ain't got it, I'mm'a take it or I'll find a way

Uh...Always hearin' that I'm lookin' fly today

All black, dressin' like someone gon' die today

I suggest you niggas stay in line today

Because I'm lookin' at my plans and I got time today

Heart stone cold like Austin

In ya crib shit flippin' like a dolphin

Jaw jack, get ya jaw jacked

If you dodge that, then it's all claps

And I'll do it 'til I'm exhausted

Do dat shit, do dat shit, do it (x3)

Do dat shit

You know the difference between you and me? Flow and jewelry

"Flyest nigga ever" will be written on my eulogy

And between you and me? There's a big gap between you and me

Don't see you retreat, then your receipt is a 223

Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr -- knock, knock, Daddy's home

Died inside, every now and then I'm out the catacombs

The one ya momma talked about when she said leave that man alone

Everything I kick is hard, I walk around with fractured bones

Deontay Wilder with the right

You wildin' if you think there's someone wilder when they write

Get the mop or get mopped like janitor duty

Bitch I'm nasty, that's why they happy to choose me, right?

Shorty say she want my name on her butt

Butterflies in her stomach after rearranging her guts

Rude boy, only givin' y'all memories and dick

Treat 'em cold so they sick, but I still got 'em singing like

Do dat shit, do dat shit, do it (x3)

Do dat shit

I've been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on

You can stunt if you want, and yo' ass gon' get rolled on

9 in your face, your hands up sayin' "Hold on,"

Put 9 in your shirt, your fam sayin' to hold on

I'm on a power trip, everybody goin' ghost

I pop up for the bread, break fast if I'm holdin' toast

Been the wrong one to run into (brrrrt)

Crack ya melon wit' ya shorty just to find out what'd ya honey do (right)

Checkin' niggas what I love to do

Don't be chattin' behind my back, then freeze up when I'm confronting you

Or it's a hand round ya neck and a squeeze, grip hard to let go

Like I'm still so in love with you

Wallet full of presidents, mind full of memories

Clip full of hollows 'coz my life full of enemies

You ain't my lawyer, I won't answer if you question me

The master chef that doesn't share the recipe

They singin' like...

Do dat shit, do dat shit, do it (x7)