[Intro]
Uh, n***as ain't on shit till I get on it, uh, uh, uh
N***as couldn’t be Don, so they gon' clone it, uh, uh, uh
Like boy you old as fuck [?], okay, uh, uh, uh (Pussy)

[Chorus]
Watch me scratch that bitch like bitch I own it, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)
I could crash that bitch, 'cause bitch I own it, okay
Watch me wreck that bitch, ’cause bitch I own it (Skrt, skrt)
Givenchy boots when I step on the scene 'cause bitch I own it

[Verse]
Donny shit going up, murder rate, it's going up (Yeah)
I was finna cop that SRT 'cause they say that shit ain't slowing up
Ayy, in the function rolling up, hittin' your ho with a shoulder shrug
I was finna bring my yoppa in this bitch, and show my shoulder love
I don't really think he like that, n***as gon' check to see if he bold enough
Spent six hunid for a YSL belt but this shit on me I can’t hold it up
SRT it go vroom but this stick go boom, hit his shit and he opened up
Spend a bag, hold it up, rep yo’ shit, hold it up
I took that bitch to the back of the Raddison
I got a whole lotta guap on my baggages
You not from Milwaukee boy you from Madison
Well I stay with some shooters they fuck up your [?]
And this bitch tryna fuck on The Don and she African
I got a white ho she dancing like Addison
I got a white ho she badder than Addison
And I'm treating these ho’s like the [?]
How many Rickys could I buy I'm baggin' it
I rock Rick every day on my momma I'm draggin’ it
Say, "Fuck it go crazy lil' bro, you be having it"
I know I'm heaven sent, fuck I'm snatchin' it
They say, "Fuck it go crazy, lil' bitch" I be smashin' it
I was high as a bitch, with my Drac in the cabinet
Approaching The Don on her knees, Colin Kaepernick
I throw my fist in the air while I'm smashin' it
I throw the whores in the sky while I'm up on the stage and your bitch in the back, she be baggin' it up, ayy
Fuck the promoter I'm stackin' it up, [?], yeah
Bitch, I be buying designer, Margiela, designer walked through, they start clappin' it up
Neiman Marcus little boy, I'm cashin' 'em out
I ain't gotta say shit they start backing me up
I see broke bitch
Shawty ain't tryna do shit wit' your lil' ass 'cause he be on broke shit
Tell your manager hit up my team then I get all the guap I ain't tryna do folk shit
This the way it don't matter you won't finna see me enough I ain't dealin' with broke shit
Finna off on all of these n***as on the 'Gram this season, fuck it
High as fuck, ceiling fade, he came through with renegade
I know you finna run to Twitter to talk your shit because you pigeon made
Off the chickens peel em, fade, like look at him he villain made
They see me in LA and the ho's can't breathe, she gotta ventilate
Ayy, put that shit in her throat 'til the ho can't breathe she gotta ventilate
Don got a S-Class too and this bitch too fast, so how is this n***a late?
How the fuck I look good on the camera?
Ksubi jeans with a Gucci bandana
MVP gotta pass me the rock, sport
Petal the metal I'm flooded (Pussy)
[Chorus]
Watch me scratch that bitch like bitch I own it, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)
I could crash that bitch, 'cause bitch I own it, okay
Watch me wreck that bitch, 'cause bitch I own it (Skrt, skrt)
Givenchy boots when I step on the scene 'cause bitch I own it (Yeah)