Ayy, ayy
(Okay)

I'm streaming on Twitch (Sike)
Nah, I'm streaming on Mixer
I be fuckin' yo' bitch (Ooh)
And now I got blisters (Damn)
I think they some twins (Yeah)
I think they was sisters, ayy
The way I be ho'in around and playin' these games
Yeah, she really think that I miss her

Sike, bitch
You only get one night, bitch
And I be laugin' to the bank, like I'm fuckin' psychic
'Cause I foresee it
I told y'all, I'ma be it
The man with the plan, you gotta think it and believe it
Swag, swag, swag, swag on a trillion
My gang is some dolphins and we fuckin' sharks and killin' 'em
No prisoners
Yeah, we take no hostage
Now we take no hostage
Smoke gelato out the bong
Yeah, that shit got me coughin'
Yeah, I'm flyin' and baby, I'm rollin'
This cash stackin' up, you know I ball, like bowlin'
Millions of streams easily, nah, I ain't trollin'
My name might be stupid but my bank account is growin'
Ayy, I'm legit
Yeah, she suck me like a tick
And all these fuckin' numbers, yeah, I'm makin' all these hits
Yeah, I'm the shit
Like Stephen King, like It
Ayy, all my music is some classics, baby, use your brain a bit
Ayy, I'm dealin' with the bigger number
I'm a mathematician
The way I fuck it up too often, need intermission
Because I'm tired and I'm hungry, I'm thirsty
I love to get high, so I pack another percy
Out the bong
Yeah, people really fuckin' with my vibe and songs
'Cause I just do it, like I am Nike
I might be ballin' on these ho's, so call me Mikey, Jordan
I did a couple numbers, now this money pourin'
It never stops
I love Hip Hop, fuck Tiktok
And all I write is hits, it's nonstop
To lie, pop
Like a balloon that hits the top of the atmosphere
Yeah, I'm really out of here
And don't shed a tear
Don't allow the fear to keep you down there
That's what they want
And what I want is to make some vibration
You hear it in this music and the food that you be tastin'
Treat yourself well and treat others better
This matrix has a code and I just hacked it for the cheddar
I'm better than you could ever be and I ain't even tryin'
I heard your last song and that shit had me dyin'
Poof, I'm smokin' gas pack in the booth
Layin' down these tracks, I be spittin' a lot of truth
Oof, and this world ain't what it seems to be
But you can make it what you want if your dream it vividly
Oof, God damn, yeah, I be spittin' truth
Like, shoutout to London
Like, you can't take my powers
Yeah, you could never hold us down
It's real Cocky hours
And I'm off that powder, I'm off that nickel
I'll give you a tip
If you want some success, you have to go get
And hell no, you can't quit
Yeah, Cock boy, I'm the shit
I'm buildin' this empire all for my wit
And hell no, I won't slip
And my name might be gay, but y'all bitches is lame

Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh