Yuh

Damn, yuh

Shawty keep turning me up

Woah, yuh

Talking 'bout me so what's up?

Yuh, aye

Bitch I'm a dog, mutt

Woah, yuh

You could just tell from the strut

You just tell I'm me

I'm that VIP

Moving like I be

Way too B-I-G

Why they behind me?

Think they want the smoke

No caller ID

Guess that shit a joke

I wanna take back what I sewed

I wanna make back what I owed

I want the payback, let 'em know

I fucking hate that, let it go

I'm moving way back, on the road

Like it a racetrack, never slow

Songs, Ima play that 'til I'm old

Sometimes I drank that on the low

Yuh

Bitch I woke up with a hangover

Now I'm with my squad, I got the gang over

Pull up with the broads, ah that's game over

Tryna' get the bands for that Range Rover

Want the money, bitch I'm tryna' get that wraith

I just want the headlines, got me feeling like I'm Drake

I just want to sing it, almost did this shit one take

Yeah I'm feeling good, wait matter fact I'm feeling great

Feeling great, feeling good

Take a break, probably should

Hold up wait, got 'em shook

All the hate, Dillon Brooks

On the set, I'm the same

Who you met, never changed

I'm the best, like I'm Wayne

Get ya stretched, let it bang

Pop

Pull up right there on the spot

Pull right there in a drop

Sipping on drank like it's wok

They ain't do nothing but talk

Money, I'm getting a lot

Doing good with what I got

Get it I'm passing the rock

Hitting a lick, never caught

Gimme the money I don't want the fame

I want some diamonds right up on my chain

I need it courtside to watch me a game

I'm feeling good ain't worried bout a thang

I don't be fucking with you cause you lame

You don't know me, but I'm making a name

They see me grinding they think I'm insane

Maybe I am if this shit is in vane

I'm the fucking shit

I'm the fucking shit

I'm the fucking shit

Yeah I'm the fucking shit

I'm the fucking shit

Wait I'm the fucking shit

I'm the fucking shit yeah

I'm the fucking shit