[Verse 1: Drake]
Fuck all that "Drake you gotta chill" shit
I be on my Lil Mouse drill shit (4x)

[Verse 2: Lil Mouse]
All of my n***as they'll drill shit
I ain't on some telling them to chill shit
These diamonds in my chain i feel like hood rich
In the hood wit all my jewelry on my hood shit
I got n***as from L were they blowing for me (BOOM BOOM)
This money in my pocket i feel like Cash Money
Sneak dissin talkin bout they don't like me
Oh what i rap about well this ain't the last of it (EDAI)
Where I'm from is drug dealers and murders
Ride down the 9 them n***as will murder ya
He say he know me I never heard of him
Catch me in the Ghost with a bitch and the curtains up

All these diss songs don't pay no mind to'em
Shooters show how ya momma cry saying "bad to ya"
All my opps wanna make a diss song
Boy that shit weak n***a i ain't even gon' lie to ya (GOOFY GOOFY)

[Verse 3: Drake]
Fuck all that "Drake you gotta chill" shit
I be on my Lil Mouse drill shit (4x)

[Verse 4: Lil Mouse]
Ya whole squad on that opp shit
In the 4th truck steady ridin thru the opp shit
Shotta ride thru the opp shit,Anywhere pookie so i know he gon drop shit
I be on my at the top shit when i'm on the flight
You can catch me in the cockpit (N***A)
Hunnit bands in my joggin (BAM!)
Tryna reach for it you just made yourself (Boom)a target (BOOM BOOM)

Squad shit man (Whole squad on that real shit)
Shout out to everybody that's fuckin wit me
And fuck everybody that's NOT
Shout out my n***a Drake and the whole Young Money/Cash Money
(Whole squad on that real shit)
Real recognize real n***a! SQUAD SQUAD

(Whole squad on that real shit)

[James Blake 5x]
Could it be the way that I'll catch up!