Got bars, but the only one I go to is Oscar's
Got hits, but you know I'm not a boxer
Got her creaming, and I'm not talking soft serve
Just pulled all your bitches, yeah I'm sorry that you lost yours
Took E and my skin got softer
Do it myself, no I don't need a doctor
No tracks out but my team still prospers
Now I'll pass to Q cause he's done slinging lobster
(It's been a while)
Reigns all on my neck
Check the scoreboard
Took your girl to dinner
Lobster tails and for the encore
Driving round the city
Getting busy in the Porche
Turning beats into the hits
Yeah they're gonna call me Tom Ford
I think you should back off
This ain't what you're made for
Looking like some angels
But we'll give it to you hardcore
Nice, check the ice
Then you'll know what I am made for
Next time time you fuck with us
We're gonna leave you all sore
Call me the no fly list
The way the furry girls make me leak
I got bands and I got paper
And I got drugs that'll make you tweak
I'm the best popstar in Philly
People know my name like Meek
I just pulled your bitch last night
And we found out that she's a freak
You feel my heat like a sauna
I blew you like marijuana
I'm not the one that you wanted
Just say it bluntly like trauma
Yeah I'm a popstar, Madonna
I'll cut you up like katana
I put in work like Rihanna
And I drop bombs like Obama
Wait
I know you've grown so agitated
Yeah you've contemplated
All my roles, but wait for me to tell you
How could you think that you're better than me?
Got two phones bitch I'm like Baby Keem
Got gems on my face and a fit you can't beat
Quit sucking up my energy
Got bars, but the only one I go to is Oscar's
Got hits, but you know I'm not a boxer
Got her creaming, and I'm not talking soft serve
Just pulled all your bitches, yeah I'm sorry that you lost yours
Took E and my skin got softer
Do it myself, no I don't need a doctor
No tracks out but my team still prospers
Now I'll pass to Q cause he's done slinging lobster
(Oh my god, yeah it's so big)