[Intro]
(Hitkidd what it do man)
(Hitkidd what it do man)
(Hitkidd what it do man)
Yeah
Aye
Get off man (get off man)

[Chorus]
"You've been humble for too long, you gotta pop it"
I'm like "Aight"
"Fuck they feelings if they think you bein' cocky"
I'm like "Aight"
"Heard he keep that fire, but ion think he gon' pop it"
"Yeah, aight"
Like my bitches bad, can't even get in my car if she's just aight
"They tryina play with you, like you ain't him or something"
"Okay, thats cool"
("Aight")
Sometimes I go by cash, nd' sometimes I go buy that dude
I'm confident I can't be fucked with, but I don't mean to be rude
(At all)
Everyday I wake up with a fuck a n***a attitude, this my daily mood

[Verse 1]
Feelin' cocky as the fuck, they wonder why
Ain't no compеtition, its juss' me vs's myself nd' I
"How it feel to wake up еveryday that mutha fuckin' guy?"
"Shit I don't know, to tell the truth; thats just something i'm able to do without havin' to try"
MC Hammer, modern day; i'm feelin' like I can't be touched
Stick under my arm, they think that I broke my leg; this Glock a crutch
Fifty racks around my neck, nd' fifty in my go yall clutch
Mind my business, get my paper; I pop my shit nd' do my stuntz
Keep yo foot on necks, shit ight bet; im the biggest fish
Inside the sea, these hoes know im the catch
Let with White-Go-Hundred, call my right wrist rose golden baguette
Bitch my money talkin' loud as fuck, my bankroll got terrets
[Chorus]
"You've been home before too long, you gotta pop it"
I'm like "Aight"
"Fuck they feelings if they think you bein' cocky"
I'm like "Aight"
"Heard he keep that fire, but ion think he gon' pop it"
"Yeah, aight"
Like my bitches bad, can't even get in my car if she's just aight
"They tryina play with you, like you ain't him or something"
"Okay, thats cool"
("Aight")
Sometimes I go by cash, nd' sometimes I go buy that dude
Confident I can't be fucked with, but I don't mean to be rude
(At all)
Everyday I wake up with a fuck a n***a attitude, this my daily mood

[Verse 2]
Money getta, fashion killa; nuthin' like yo average n***a
Bad bitch hitta, hoe come hitta; keep shit P like percs nd' Miller
Biggest dripper, ion fuck wib her
Dressed up like some typa dealer
N***a play with him, he pullin' his trigger
Let the chop sing like Bryson Tiller
No tough guy shit, but I never been bitch
He reachin' my shit, nd' i'm sending him up
I'm back on they ass, right back on my shit
My bitch be tellin' me i've been bein' too humble
With some pretty lil shit, she conceded nd' thick let her eat up the dick nd' i'm sending her [?]
Bitch i'm as hot as it get, shit i'm starting to think i've been livin' my life in a funnel
[Chorus]
"You've been home before too long, you gotta pop it"
I'm like "Aight"
"Fuck they feelings if they think you bein' cocky"
I'm like "Aight"
"Heard he keep that fire, but ion think he gon' pop it"
"Yeah, aight"
Like my bitches bad, can't even get in my car if she's just aight
"They tryina play with you, like you ain't him or something"
"Okay, thats cool"
("Aight")
Sometimes I go by cash, nd' sometimes I go buy that dude
I'm confident I can't be fucked with, but I don't mean to be rude
(At all)
Everyday I wake up with a fuck a n***a attitude, this my daily mood