[Verse 1: Sharaya J]
Uh
Check, uh, I'm super banjee, let my cape swang
It's a dog-eat-dog world, I'm a great dane
My glow stays, never fades like a fake chain
I'm a' expert, I ain't gotta explain
Rise to the top, no way I'ma stop
All I gotta do is get my hands on the guap
Never turnin' back like the hands on the clock
Word on the street, Trump banned from the block
Now look it, they ain't wanna gimme what was mine, so I took it
Now it's time for y'all to get it straight, 'cause it's crooked
When I tried to say it to they face, they was shooken
Now I'm overbooked and you can't over look it
My flow so trippy, you know I'm with the drilly
And cool like Left, and T-Boz, and Chilli
I know their picks are Tupac and Biggie
I'm so far ahead, I'm two-thousand-fitty
Uh
[Verse 2: CHIKA]
Fee, fi, fo and to the fum
Beatin' on my chest like a muted bass drum
All my haters, they bums, tell them boys to say sum
Play my songs and all they girls give me parum-pa-pum-pum, yeah
'Cause I'm a soldier, though I already told ya
Negative door closer, championship holder
How could I get closer? All a part of the plan
I'm in my position from videos on the 'gram
Don't trip on the weaker man, get your bars up
Guaranteed to make a player fold whenever cards up
Spit a sixteen equivalent to call them broads up
Personally I just want your girl to pick her draws up
Damn, I'm lockin' jaws up, bingo, put your paws up
Give me six months, I promise I'll be hittin' Nas up
Prayed for opportunity, so now I gotta boss up
I could say a lot, unfortunately, though, my time's up
Uh
Check, uh, I'm super banjee, let my cape swang
It's a dog-eat-dog world, I'm a great dane
My glow stays, never fades like a fake chain
I'm a' expert, I ain't gotta explain
Rise to the top, no way I'ma stop
All I gotta do is get my hands on the guap
Never turnin' back like the hands on the clock
Word on the street, Trump banned from the block
Now look it, they ain't wanna gimme what was mine, so I took it
Now it's time for y'all to get it straight, 'cause it's crooked
When I tried to say it to they face, they was shooken
Now I'm overbooked and you can't over look it
My flow so trippy, you know I'm with the drilly
And cool like Left, and T-Boz, and Chilli
I know their picks are Tupac and Biggie
I'm so far ahead, I'm two-thousand-fitty
Uh
[Verse 2: CHIKA]
Fee, fi, fo and to the fum
Beatin' on my chest like a muted bass drum
All my haters, they bums, tell them boys to say sum
Play my songs and all they girls give me parum-pa-pum-pum, yeah
'Cause I'm a soldier, though I already told ya
Negative door closer, championship holder
How could I get closer? All a part of the plan
I'm in my position from videos on the 'gram
Don't trip on the weaker man, get your bars up
Guaranteed to make a player fold whenever cards up
Spit a sixteen equivalent to call them broads up
Personally I just want your girl to pick her draws up
Damn, I'm lockin' jaws up, bingo, put your paws up
Give me six months, I promise I'll be hittin' Nas up
Prayed for opportunity, so now I gotta boss up
I could say a lot, unfortunately, though, my time's up
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