[Intro]
Chris with that heat, bitch

[Chorus]
I ain’t fuckin’ with the opposition
Ain’t no competition
If you hear me
Come and get it
Whippin’ in the kitchen
I been stackin’
I been flippin’
Show you how I’m livin’
Look at my car
Yeah
Watch me push a button
To no ceilings
I go far
Uh
Fuck your bitch you know I’m off a hella Xanax bar
Took this shit too far fucked her in the car
I feel like a star
Pull up on him .40 off
I got powers like I’m Austin
Bombin’ like I’m Boston
I got powers like I’m Austin
[Verse]
Bitch you know I’m flyer than a pilot
Run up on me don’t try it
That .40 on me
It’s fryin’ yeah
Catch a vibe on that ho
Are you willin’ to die for that ho?
Are you willin’ to cry for that ho?
Are you willin’ to lie for that ho?
I spent 20k within a month
Damn near spent that shit all on blunts
Popped a couple percies yeah at once
Revenge on my body
Match it with givenchy
Remember I was still wearin’ abercrombie
Now I’m skatin’ on a new murakami
Beat it up I’m so Ike when the times right
These ain’t Cubans it’s a congas boy this real ice
Pull up on you with that .40
That’s a real pipe
If I kill you I’m gon look you a face real guy
Yeah

[Chorus]
I ain’t fuckin’ with the opposition
Ain’t no competition
If you hear me
Come and get it
Whippin’ in the kitchen
I been stackin’
I been flippin’
Show you how I’m livin’
Look at my car
Yeah
Watch me push a button
To no ceilings
I go far
Uh
Fuck your bitch you know I’m off a hella Xanax bar
Took this shit too far fucked her in the car
I feel like a star
Pull up on him .40 off
I got powers like I’m Austin
Bombin’ like I’m Boston
I got powers like I’m Austin