Yeah (one, two, three, let's go)

Bitch, I look just like my mama

Tick-tick, time to heat it up like a sauna

Your negro hit cha-cha, lil dance like la Bamba

Thumper might drop if I stomp in these Converse

Why are you mad, lil bitch? Get some commas

Pitty-pat pockets lookin' celiac, kitty fat

Ayy, Chike, bro, let's bring the city back

Really that guy (mm) , what he really on?

Shit, for now, call me Mr. Hundred Million, goddamn

Bet a bitch get tired before I stop throwin' money

Bitch, this thuggin' in my veins

don't need it tatted on my stomach

Dawg call it pita bread, big bag, I mean hummus

Never stress about a bitch, I re-up in three months

Then I take one step back, and ten forward

I let niggas copy me, copy that, 10-4

Hoes sent, send the text, these hoes weak

send more, nigga (one, two, three, let's go)

Bitch, I'm sorry, snuck it in the party

Said you're getting guap, niggas lyin' like safari

Hate when a bird ask questions, like: What are we?

Got me runnin' with that long

stick in hand like Sha'Carri (uh)

P-noid, I don't play 'round

Brodie said he'll swing and slide for me

he a playground (ayy, ayy, ayy)

Bitch, I'm too rich to use a Zelle or a PayPal

I stuff so many bitches in the Rolls, shit a Greyhound (hm)

I dot my Is but I'll never cross my nigga T (nigga)

They just starin' 'cause they scared, you know how niggas be

You hittin' send on a Tweet, nigga, hit the streets

I wake up and thank God for makin' me what I'm meant to be

I don't even play fair, niggas know what's up

Catch a opp in the club, might blow it up

I'm from the land, where you from? Nigga

throw it up (one, two, three, let's go)

Ayy, ayy, baby, I'm the keyboard killer

Baby, I'm the keyboard killer, tour seat filler

Mr. New Ting in the G4 with her

Big feet, big league, you's a D4 nigga

Me and Jasper, the purple and gold floor sitter

Errybody sittin' front row ain't a fan

Errybody that you cool with ain't ya mans

Niggas jealous of me, still shook my momma hand

Fuck all that business, under ten toes, I stand, nigga

Bitch, I smell like new money, yeah, sponsor shoe money

In her throat like Throat Coat, tea bags and two honeys

Only do what niggas dream of or can't even imagine

Try to throw me off my pivot but the check say New Balance

Let me loose, huh, let me through

Hoppin' the fence to the top, T came gave me a boost

Niggas book, chunk the deuce, I do movies, you do spoofs

Consider this shit easy math the way I

calculate my moves (one, two, three, let's go)

Ayy, nigga, CHROMAKOPIA, I had my guard down

Crackers tried to say I only rap about my cars now

I'm the only one who left the block

and turned the car 'round

And picked my niggas up, sorry if I'm tryna bar out

Stop judgin' buddy loss if you

don't show him ways of winnin'

Stop sayin': Free the homie if you know that nigga did it

Is it ballot or the bullet?

'Cause I'm votin' for the killin'

We gon' burn this bitch down

put the fire to the ceilin', nigga, uh

Bitch, you know it's first Sunday like Katt Williams

Blow her back out out, then I hit while her back healin'

Catch 'em out back, backdoor 'em, then I'm back chillin'

Weak bitch, peaked in high school

can't get back that feelin', uh

Yeah, that's right, the wanna DAZN, box me in

But I ain't going without a fight

Bitch, the whip so white, I had to let it read my rights

It be the niggas I'm better than sayin' they can't

see the hype, tough (one, two, three, let's go)

Ayy, ayy, my mama prayed for me

but I still keep blammer (yup)

Your bitch is not bad, you just have low standards

I'm him, bow down, nigga, where is your manners? (Come on)

When I walk in, phone down, I don't like cameras (come on)

If that big fella catch you, I can't help you

I'm Santa, got a big bag with a elf, too

Two car keys, seven Ms on the belt loop

And I skrrt off, tires smell like I melt boot, big feet

Big Chike, bitch, I got big dick

Your attitude don't match your pockets

wait a minute, big ick, ugh

Been called the blitz, she turned around, hit stick, ugh

Career on tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom

I got way too much confidence for a bitch

I got way too much chip and dip on a hoe

I got way too much, I can't keep it on the low, hm

I got way too much, huh, I got way too much