[Intro]
(I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)
Yes
Yes (Woo woo, woo)
Yes
Yes (Woo woo, woo)
Yes
Yes (Woo woo, woo)
Yes
Yes (Woo woo, woo)

[Chorus]
Turned down a six-figure deal, I'm getting tired of man (Woo, woo)
They call me UK underground, look at the size of man (Woo, woo)
Call up my jeweller for the diamonds, ice on either hand (Woo, woo)
Yeah I just pulled up with some hoes, they call me Fireman Sam (Woo, woo)
And all I do is tell the truth so why they lying on man? (Yeah, yeah)
I fucked your wifey in the booth, she want the biker gang (Yeah, yeah)
The tusi came in red and blue, I turned to Spider-man (Yeah, yeah)
To live what I live, it take a certain typa' man (let's go, let's go)

[Verse]
They been hating ever since they seen the kid get bigger
My money [?] (Woo, woo)
The pants snakeskin and the jacket [?] (Woo, woo)
TSA took an hour, got rings on each finger (Woo, woo)
I need the bitch like Ice Spice, I need the bitch like SZA
Yeah I've been taking what's mine, no I ain't playing civil (yeah)
I make a lot of fuckin' money when I hit the whistle (Woo woo, woo woo)
But I feel like Kim Jong, I'm bout to send a missile
(Yeah, yeah) Feel like I'm spinning, where the fuck you get that percocet
(Yeah, yeah) Love the way she ride this dick, I give her percocets
(Yeah, yeah) Too much music in the vault you ain't even heard the best
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah I got labels on my dick but I ain't like the rest (yeah)
I'm in ATL I'm in [?] (yeah)
I'm in Paris with the gang, we whip my private jet (yeah)
I keep my head down, yes I keep my eyes ahead (yeah)
Elevator in the crib I won't be taking stairs (yeah)
Yes (Woo woo, woo)
Yes
Yes (Woo woo, woo)
Yes
Yes (Woo woo, woo)
Yes
Yes (Woo woo, woo)
[Chorus]
Turned down a six-figure deal, I'm getting tired of man (Woo, woo)
They call me UK underground, look at the size of man (Woo, woo)
Call up my jeweller for the diamonds, ice on either hand (Woo, woo)
Yeah I just pulled up with some hoes, they call me Fireman Sam (Woo, woo)
And all I do is tell the truth so why they lying on man? (Yeah, yeah)
I fucked your wifey in the booth, she want the biker gang (Yeah, yeah)
The tusi came in red and blue, I turned to Spider-man (Yeah, yeah)
To live what I live, it take a certain typa' man (let's go, let's go)
(I-I-I-)
(I-I-I-)
(I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)