(Pew, pew-pew)
First person shooter mode
We turnin' your song to a funeral
To them niggas that say they wan' off us
you better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles
Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code
Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral
Not the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O
Yeah
Numero U-N-O
Me and Drizzy, this shit like the Super Bowl
Man, this shit damn near big as the—

Big as the what? Big as the what?
Big as the what?
Big as the Super Bowl
But the difference is it's just two guys
playin' shit that they did in the studio
Niggas usually send they verses back to me
and they be terrible, just like a two-year old
I love a dinner with some fine women
When they start debatin' about who the GOAT
I'm like: Go 'head, say it then, who the GOAT?
Who the GOAT? Who the GOAT? Who the GOAT?
Who you bitches really rootin' for?
Like a kid that act bad from January to November, nigga
it's just you and Cole
Big as the what? Big as the what?
Big as the what? (Ayy)
Big as the Super Bowl

Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef
Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep
I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth
I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique
I still wanna get me a song with YB
Can't trust everything that you saw on IG
Just know if I diss you, I'd make sure
you know that I hit you like
I'm on your caller ID
I'm namin' the album The Fall Off, it's pretty ironic
'cause it ain't no fall off for me
Still in this bitch gettin' bigger
they waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be
Love when they argue the hardest MC
Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?
We the big three like we started a league
but right now, I feel like Muhammed Ali
Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed Ali
The one that they call
when they shit ain't connectin' no more
feel like I got a job in IT
Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake
The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake
It's like we recruited your homies
to beat demon deacons
we got 'em attending a wake
Hate how the gang gotta wait for the boss, man
this shit like a prison escape
Everybody steppers, well fuck it
then everybody breakfast
and I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)
When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster
The GOAT with the golden pen, the top toucher
The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster
Not Russia, but apply pressure
To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em
With The Boy in the status, a stadium
Nigga

Ayy, I'm 'bout to—, I'm bout to—
I'm 'bout to—, yeah
Yeah

I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
I'm 'bout to click, woah
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
I'm 'bout to click, woah
I'm down to click down you hoes
and make a crime scene
I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam
Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen
She call my number, leave her hangin'
she got dry-cleaned
She got a Android, her messages is lime green
I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings
Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen
Charlene, Pauline, Claudine
Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines
And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things
You niggas is still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream
My youngers richer than you rappers
and they all stream
I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams
Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing
Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not
They don't wanna have that talk
'cause it's a sore spot
They know The Boy the one they gotta boycott
I told Jim and Jammer
I use a GRAMMY as a door stop
Girl gave me some head because I need it
And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, wait
Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated
What the fuck bro? I'm one away from Michael
Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?

Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it