You know i

(Yeah) my bad, I ain't even mean to say that

(Best rapper alive man, on the mic, man, mic check)

New phone, yeah

Gang-gang

Yeah

Burnin' out ain't no option

Goin' broke ain't even my thought process

So many damn hoes, I got a whole roster

Let go of my swag like a Eggo waffle

Puttin' niggas stash in a baby bottle

Got all this shit, didn't pray about it (nah)

No haircut, but the ladies love it (nah)

Do shit, no deal, got the labels salty

Still gun tote, don't stare that hard

Lil' nigga, it's a new Sherriff around

Hit the bank, get a bag like Set It Off

Boy, girl got gas like Chevron

Patrollin' the bitch like an analog

I'm shakin' these bitches like Allen I (shakin' these bitches)

I ain't datin', these bitches get carry out (yeah)

Like the streets, this bitch chew me and spit me out

Coulda took the whole world, I ain't even try

Girl, gang my name, but don't wear it out

You ain't got a million dollars, then you can be quiet (shh)

Offer one point five, they better keep bribin'

"Why you ain't drop yet?" Man, bein' honest

I'm in the crib with the pints, nigga, detoxin'

Stop worryin' 'bout me, get a pee pot

I'm double C shoppin', bitch look like Kylie (I swear to God)

You know I, dress like video, fit, I ain't care about it (you know I)

Break my heart, rappin' 'bout trap, he ain't pack no heroine

Head in my lap, got her fuckin' up lip gloss

Man, I got 'Tecs, I'm built with this shit

Niggas ain't me, they just make a lot of diss songs

Bitch want a pic' with the 7 Mile Chris Brown

You know I, get fresh as hell, I ain't even gotta go out

I know I, 'posed to save Hip-Hop, but I don't really got time

You know I, ayy girl, you know I, yeah

You know I, thug 'em, love 'em, fuck 'em, leave 'em, boy, I don't fuckin' need 'em

Check out my Denim, ain't seen it boy, I'm ahead of season

New hunnids in that Goy-eezy, makin' married bitches cheatin'

I know fed agents gon' see me, I got on bright Moncleezy (frrt, frrt, frrt)

I smoke bubble, ain't no sticks, fam (yeah)

Prolly 'cause he study all my songs we sound similar

Allergic to these broke ass niggas, sippin' syrup like Benadryl

Fetty Percs, it got him fightin' demons, he ain't did a cure

She is not a bad bitch, every pic, she call an editor

I am not no trick, I put a gold digger in the back of hearse

Said she wanted a sex day with the kid, she gotta neck me first

Said I did her worse than her ex, bitch, my last name Worst

Yeah, you know I

Yeah, what you say Ree?

You know I, haha, I need to get on there

You know I, dress like video, fit, I ain't care about it

Break my heart, rappin' 'bout trap, he ain't pack no heroine