[Intro]
Yeah, ayy, huh

[Chorus]
Yeah, we get high, we get—
Huh, yeah, put up a fight with a chap like me
I don't got hands for a biting ass n***a that's still tryna rap like me
Bitch running her mouth like Yeezy, I thought I had signed for peace
Shorty ain't going for none of my games, she say you can't clap my cheeks
I wasn't ready for that

[Verse]
Damn, should've been ready for that, huh
And I'm top line off the brookies
Couple weak bitches wanna cook me
Letting hype die for my snippet
When it's drop time, I'm a pussy (Yeah, okay, ayy)
And I don't give a damn what the white man say 'cause if God will, I might without 'em
That young buck counting up bucks, so I can't get blue like Chowder
Wait, I meant blue like pops
Underground star, I'm new on pops
I'm really a scared ass n***a, I'll hire somebody to handle the opps

[Chorus]
Yeah, uh, put up a fight with a chap like me
I don't got hands for a biting ass n***a that's still tryna rap like me
Bitch running her mouth like Yeezy, I thought I had— (Uh, ayy)
Hmm, we get high, we get—
Ayy, look, put up a fight with a chap like me
I don't got hands for a biting ass n***a that's still tryna rap like me
Bitch running her mouth like Yeezy, I thought I had signed for peace
Shorty ain't going for none of my games, she say you can't clap my cheeks
I wasn't ready for— (Yeah, okay, hmm, bitch)