[Intro: Solange]
Brown liquor
Brown sugar, brown face
Brown liquor
Brown sugar, brown braids
Black skin
Black Benz, black plays
Black molasses, blackberry the masses (Yuki Productions)

[Verse]
I need a bad bitch that act a lil' bougie, but talk when she ratchet, I love when they ghetto
She blowing the dick like a clarinet, n***a, but holding this shit like the stick of a cello
You calling me gang in this bitch, but you ain't even came with the shits, how the fuck you my fellows?
Got a big booty ho in the spot, she be shaking her ass like a thot, make it jiggle like jello
Number one like I'm D. Rose
Man, I fucked up the game like a cheat code
N***as talking that shit, but it's cheap though
Why he talking 'bout bands? He don't see those
Bitch, I'm all about chips, Doritos
Get 'em quick, wrapping them all like burritos
Bitch, I get under they skin like mosquitos
Hitting his ho, got her singing them C-notes
Made a comeback and I'm spazzing and shit
N***as, they mad 'cause I'm having that shit
He tryna play? He get smacked with a stick
We come off the block like it's Madden and shit
You n***as to trust? Got me laughing and shit, no cap
I really been running this shit like laps
These n***as been sleeping on me like naps
I'm waking 'em up in this bitch with a slap (Ayy)
Who you know that could really come do better?
Why you talking that loud? Boy, you knew better
I'm a playboy, lil' bitch, like I'm Hugh Hefner
I came hot in this bitch like it's new weather
Six seasons, ice on my neck and my wrist and the rings on my fingers, this shit like a cold winter
I'm greening, perfect release when I'm shooting my shot like it's 2K, lil' bitch, I hit game-winners
N***as see green from the beam like a close friend
Ho, I'm the G.O.A.T., man, they know I'm the best there
Please, don't come try me, get slapped with an F.N
Aim for the head, he won't need him a vest then
Fucking this bitch, now I'm hitting the best friend
She said I put dick in her mo'fucking backbone
It ain't a beat that a n***a can't rap on
Like he attachments, it came like an add-on (Uh, damn)
They thought I was done
I shine bright hard in this bitch like the Sun
Y'all n***as my kids, I call y'all my sons
They say my time up, but this shit just be going home, bound to blow like the shots of a gun
N***as Rosa Parks, they be tryna front
Bitch, I'm heavy-hitting, ain't trying to bunt
Said he had the racks, he ain't getting enough
Pressing like a button, we getting him touched (It's 'Goat)
[Outro: Solange]
Brown liquor
Brown sugar, brown face
Brown liquor
Brown sugar, brown braids
Black skin
Black Benz, black plays
Black molasses, blackberry the masses (Yuki Productions)