[Intro]
I need the baddes—
I need the ba—, I need the—
I need the baddest bitches as my best friends
I need the baddes—
I need the ba—, I need the— (Uh)

[Verse]
I need the baddest bitches as my best friends
Yeah, your shawty be all in my DMs
Her body a ten, but she lookin' like Ayn Rand
Think they John Woo', I'm like Ty Lue
I'ma bring adjustments to the game plan
I be cleaned up in the Gucci
They ain't even think I was the same man
New money bring out the best me
And we fightin' the blade of the mushrikeen
Deuce Deuce, spill the juice of fiends
Whose noose can reduce the dream
David Dukes' tryna doom the team
Shit really comedy
I got flavors that ebony, ivory
That mahogany talkin' monogamy
But I fuck with the trey, that's polygamy
Undercover, they tryin' to get with me
And I'm never relaxin', I'm stackin'
I tax for the feature like Uber deliveries
Might just put half a bar in your eulogy, wait
Ghais the hunter of paradise
That was never a debate
N***as ain't seen a rapper that was this hungry since 50 Cent lost the weight (Aye)
I could sell out every state
Big G puttin' food on your plate
They imitate, but they never replace
Black God, the superior race, look (Uh)
Came from the lava with llamas
And food for the mommas
That's battlin' real qualms
Keep my hand steady, ready to
Turn The Birth of a Nation to stillborns
Touchdown, new shit finna' hit like fire
Reach for the champ, and we hit like "fa"
Clips stay fire, Bitch stay fire
Mention my name, then he ready to die
She can't behave, said the dick is a lot
Drip the only time I fuck with a cop
Did so much damage in so little time
Shit, almost like I was born to be hot
I suggest you keep it PG
We got clips if you thinkin' that shit is kawaii
I cannot wait to cop BB's
I be saggin' Ksubi to show off the Glock
Lawyer just had to get CC'd
Doing mob talk, yeah, we really got ties
Giftin' you n***as, I switch up the flow
I got so many styles that I cannot flop