[Verse 1]
See, it's a murder when I slide out
I ain't tryna hit the studio with niggas just to smoke so we can vibe out
I put the studio in my house
You want a feature?
You can pull up to the crib, I'm holding tryouts
Fuck ass, I be coaching these niggas
Just bought a pack of cigarettes cuz I be smokin' these niggas
No Lil Nas X but I be choking these niggas
That's a metaphor, I'm really just joking with niggas
My money make 'em do dances, they ain't keepin' up
This ain't Kardashian, my life is your caption, your dreams are my passion
When I touch a mic I go Jackson, then moonwalk on niggas, I'm not from this planet (uh)
Needa cool off
I've been known to fuck a groupie with my shoes on
I've been known to take an IG model out to eat and make 'em pay for the bill knowing god damn well I got a coupon
I'm nasty
Bars all supreme no patty
Make a nigga see double just like Mary Kate Nashy
Christmas presents is the only time a nigga outwraps me
Presently the future, you ain't puttin' nothing past me
I'm an Uber, you a taxi, I can not give you a lift
I'm rich, but we ain't never talk like Maggie, no Homer
Imma hit you and release a whole family
Fuck Marge and sell Bart for couple lil' xannies
See, my niggas don't dance, we rap
A white girl had dated a nigga and then think she's black
Niggas broke, no cheese unless they eatin' some Mac
My punchlines got punchlines so when I hit the beat it snaps
I'm not Jack
You can't put me in a box
I'm In 'N Out real quick like a routine stop
Unless you black getting frist by the cops
I went to jail for a fucking parking ticket, now I feel like Pac
That's right
I done learned from the greats
Studied videos of 2Pac way before I was eight
If you slept, too late, me and Scott leave you storched
You need sunscreen or your ass gettin' baked
I don't fuck with the fake
When I rap it's one take
Canadas' taking over, man, shoutout to Drake
All love, no hate
Now hit your boy with a feature
Fun fact, y'all didn't know I go to church with Justin Bieber
I be ridin' on the beat
I be slidin' on the beat
Peek-a-boo with the bars, you can't find me on the beat
Pikachu with the bars, it's like lightning when I speak
And I don't ask niggas questions, why? Cuz I teach
T.D. Jakes with the bars how I preach
Mill in the bank, shoutout to Meek
Couple niggas hatin', sending in the nose bleeds
But they on my newsfeed and follow me on IG
If you tryna fuck baby, Imma need an ID
So sick with the flow, I need an IV
Can't see me John Cena like a nigga chinese
Two bitches on go and they twin siamese
Bars fat, obese, I'm Asgard, lowkey
Tim Westwood Freestyle, my CTV
In the UK with it, yeah I traveled overseas
Big black confident, I'm a BBC
See, it's a murder when I slide out
I ain't tryna hit the studio with niggas just to smoke so we can vibe out
I put the studio in my house
You want a feature?
You can pull up to the crib, I'm holding tryouts
Fuck ass, I be coaching these niggas
Just bought a pack of cigarettes cuz I be smokin' these niggas
No Lil Nas X but I be choking these niggas
That's a metaphor, I'm really just joking with niggas
My money make 'em do dances, they ain't keepin' up
This ain't Kardashian, my life is your caption, your dreams are my passion
When I touch a mic I go Jackson, then moonwalk on niggas, I'm not from this planet (uh)
Needa cool off
I've been known to fuck a groupie with my shoes on
I've been known to take an IG model out to eat and make 'em pay for the bill knowing god damn well I got a coupon
I'm nasty
Bars all supreme no patty
Make a nigga see double just like Mary Kate Nashy
Christmas presents is the only time a nigga outwraps me
Presently the future, you ain't puttin' nothing past me
I'm an Uber, you a taxi, I can not give you a lift
I'm rich, but we ain't never talk like Maggie, no Homer
Imma hit you and release a whole family
Fuck Marge and sell Bart for couple lil' xannies
See, my niggas don't dance, we rap
A white girl had dated a nigga and then think she's black
Niggas broke, no cheese unless they eatin' some Mac
My punchlines got punchlines so when I hit the beat it snaps
I'm not Jack
You can't put me in a box
I'm In 'N Out real quick like a routine stop
Unless you black getting frist by the cops
I went to jail for a fucking parking ticket, now I feel like Pac
That's right
I done learned from the greats
Studied videos of 2Pac way before I was eight
If you slept, too late, me and Scott leave you storched
You need sunscreen or your ass gettin' baked
I don't fuck with the fake
When I rap it's one take
Canadas' taking over, man, shoutout to Drake
All love, no hate
Now hit your boy with a feature
Fun fact, y'all didn't know I go to church with Justin Bieber
I be ridin' on the beat
I be slidin' on the beat
Peek-a-boo with the bars, you can't find me on the beat
Pikachu with the bars, it's like lightning when I speak
And I don't ask niggas questions, why? Cuz I teach
T.D. Jakes with the bars how I preach
Mill in the bank, shoutout to Meek
Couple niggas hatin', sending in the nose bleeds
But they on my newsfeed and follow me on IG
If you tryna fuck baby, Imma need an ID
So sick with the flow, I need an IV
Can't see me John Cena like a nigga chinese
Two bitches on go and they twin siamese
Bars fat, obese, I'm Asgard, lowkey
Tim Westwood Freestyle, my CTV
In the UK with it, yeah I traveled overseas
Big black confident, I'm a BBC
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