Yeah
Comin' at you faster than virgin tryna fornicate
Never try to cross me, that's like tearin' down the caution tape
Look into my eyes, now you frozen like my pinky rang
Silent in the cut, plottin' moves, I always coordinate
Loss for words, at a loss for words
Money in the wall, clean it up like Marty Byrde
Talking shit behind my back, na, uh, yeah I heard
I'm the only one to hype you up and make it hurt
Yuh
Fuck it, yeah I heard it, na never hit my line again
I'm fresher than a newborn suckin' on a fuckin' peppermint
Shinin' so bright, got you ns starring with a squint
Speeding downtown, you can't see me, ridin' with the tint
I'm the only one doing mumble and real rap
There's a time and place to spit it real and be a trap rat
Why can't I do both? I'm the first to make the format
Live inside a room with my laptop and a beat pad
Baby yea I love ya, but I can't really fuck ya
Every time I do, you stick to me like glue
Who knew I'd be on top, I be growing like some crop
Lil pump and Cole mixed together, na that's a lot
Yeah
Swear to god I never had it
I'm just tryna be the bandit
Bitch I'm spacin' like a planet
My career, I never plan it
Spittin' harder than some granite
I'm attractive like a magnet
And if Nicki is a cougar, tell her ass that I'm attracted
Ain't nobody really wanna talk about the kid
Yeah it's Ferz on the grid, worldwide in Madrid
Yeah I did it, yes I did
I don't fuck with pussy shit
Love me now, but hate me then
Catch me on C double N
While you tryna pay your rent
Why yo house look like a tent?
305, I represent, I'm the city's supplement
Ns racin' for the clout, look this ain't a track event
Girl Scout ass ns, bitch I gave me up for lent
Yeah, uh
Loss for words, at a loss for words
Money in the wall, clean it up like Marty Byrde
Talking shit behind my back, na, uh, yeah I heard
I'm the only one to hype you up and make it hurt
Yeah, ey, Ferz, yeah
I can't believe they let me through the gate
Knew I had to do it, no debate
Now you see me poppin' off, out in every single state
21 Years young, I ain't really tryna wait
Told em put me in the game and just give me all the weight
Oh boy, told em last year that I want it more, yeah
Talk it then I walk it like I'm Migo 4
Yeah I'm nice, but that ain't a sign of weakness
I am not the man to fuck with, bitch I wrote that in my thesis
Yeah, uh
And I was scared though
It's a different type of struggle and it's weighing on my mind slow
I'm blessed to be in school, get a job, and get some cash flow
I'd give up right now to go on tour and kill a live show
I don't give a fuck about your imagine or your thoughts bitch
Money on my mind, maybe bitches when I'm damn rich
03' in Brazil, wasn't even speaking English
Now I leave you shook like these instagramin' catfish
Lord, back in high school they were sleepin' on me
Yeah, now I hear 'em saying they was always with me, huh
Now y'all see me sippin' tea, penthouse in Miami
Droppin' green just like a tree, dear god
Loss for words, at a loss for words
Money in the wall, clean it up like Marty Byrde
Talking shit behind my back, na, uh, yeah I heard
I'm the only one to hype you up and make it hurt
Yeah, look, yeah
Ey, Man I gotta start my imagine with a hit
I'm the only one that's doing both, you must admit
Mumble when I want, the turn around and really spit
Small waist, big booty, yeah I like 'em thick
Face down, ass up, call her ostrich
Na why lookin at me like you really want this?
Yeah look, if you really got a problem with the boy
Don't go around talking shit about the boy
'Less you really bout exchangin' with the boy
For the record, I'm the boy
That's a warning, next time we bringin' toys
Look, I'm coming for the belt, UFC disputed
I got music that I only show my circle, exclusive
The game be lookin like a travel circus, it's stupid
I'm the new freak on the show, half smart and half stupid
I'm probably insane, but na fuck it, I'm human
Soon enough imma drop a couple bombs like I'm Truman
Gone