(MATHIAS, uh, huh-huh)
Okay, ooh, ooh, ooh, yessir
N-nigga's head stuck in the sand like a seashell
Fuckin' his bitch in his face, fuck what he felt
KTA hop on the track, watch that beat melt
Blaze slider right down his chest like a seatbelt (yessir)
New G's vetted, on God, he can't beat me
Niggas gon' step out on mine, fuck that Frisbee
Jiggas gon' rock on my tracks, this a three-peat
If he talk trash, hold the Glock where his lips meet
I feel like that bitch that got shot in the Congress
He aimed at my debt, but he don't really want it
If-if he watch the news, then he'd know that I'm wanted
If he want this bounty, then watch how you comment
Got a milli' on my head, lil' bitch, right there (there)
Niggas won't take that shit, so I really don't care (don't care)
Nigga really wanna test me (hah), but that nigga kinda scared
My fist'll kill a city, fuck a bitch like (aye, oh my God)
Wavehi got ice up in my veins, so I can slide like Sub-Zero (he slide)
He think he Deku but my type of querk, killa
Here's that brown stick, with Extendo clip, make like a churro
My gang's hard to travel to his house, don't care who you know
I got the trap metal poles in the back, come in happily
My hands always grippin' on cheese, call me, Draculee
I'm wreckin' like Ralph, got yo' girl, no Penelope
It's like murder on the beat, all my tracks got a melody
I'ma knot!
We gon' shoot through the door, we makin' peepholes (boo-boom!)
Me and Rangers released on his face, we shootin' free throws
I'm a 100% aim, no GTA cheat codes
I'm 'bout to cut, and I'm givin' snitches like I'm LeeSeo (hello)
Don't stand, baby, get up on my level
My auro too fuego, I don' worked out the devil
If he really wanna box, he get rocked, no pebbles
He be rockin' too loud, so I'ma turn down his level (hold up, okay)
She gon' throw it back, like a hip-tie, freefall
I'ma throw these hunnids in the air, let 'em free fall
Versace underwear, but she wanna see me free ball
She pull up with the sauce, we be rollin' like a meatball
Meatball (meatball), like I'm Al Pacino's Aquafina
Wavehi's on the beat, it's nice to meet ya (hello)
I'll take all your money homie, call that shit a search and seizure
When it comes to oppies, homies, I don't think I like 'em either
When they play our songs, homies gettin' paid parking meters
Under pressure like barometer, interstellar Andromeda
Through me playin' the game 'til I get it, and then I'm comin' up
Three plays for ages, watch you drum it up, baby, I could front it up
I'ma chase a bag, and then I double up
Same time, two types, baby, that's the double touch
I'm more like a snooze, like call that shit a blunderbuss
Swear, don't hit my line unless you talkin' 'bout a hunnid plus, bitch
I know what I did, what I'm worth (what)
You can search for my type, but I'm not from the Earth
I'ma work 'til I die, 'til I rot in the dirt
I won't run, I won't hide, 'cause I'm not gettin' hurt, bitch
I'ma be blunt, you got serpents? Homie, I don't think it's worth it
I might put 'em out of service only if God is to serve me
And the way I popped off on this beat, so concerning
If respect is obsolete, I'll just do lip-service
This boy!