[Hook]
Ooh, yup
Ooh, okay
Ooh, yup
Ooh, uh

[Verse 1]
Okay, I put holes in your soul
I spit through your key hole
Read a bitch whole
Send him home in pieces
More blood on the leaves than Yeezus
You ain’t ‘bout that life, you don’t need this
Aye, you, knuckle-head boy, don’t try
I might just leave you with a Fetty Wap eye
Wepa, you could be my next trap queen
Fuck around and you might play for my team
Don’t get washed ‘cuz I’m so fresh clean
Red solo cup so heavy I lean
I hit the club so heavy, eyes beam
They can’t keep they little model hands off me
Water type, I’m a star, Ringo
N***as wanna freak me ‘cuz they think I’m Mandingo
Waiting for my gate to open like Heathrow
You a seven out of ten, I don’t eat those
Gully Gully Island 212
In my city I’mma do what I want do
Really really rare like one of few
Hut one, hut two, big dick, too, n***a
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Okay, it’s swerve in the club when they come through with my bottle
Shorties is staring and waiting on me to pop it
She said she wanna touch my body
I said nuh-uh mami, I’m a champagne bati
I’m sorry that I’m not sorry for being a little cocky
Flick of the wrist is so floppy
Icy, so live at the Roxy
Mirror on the wall, what it do?
Why I’m looking so very cute?
Okay, thinking ‘bout rap
I come up to your city like, bring it, stamp
Passports full of the receipts I trap
In every major city in your first world map
Trapped in the closet?
Ooh, never that, umm
‘Cuz no one puts baby in a corner, dad
I’m at the strip club kiki’ing with staff
I threw a grand on her
While we both shook ass

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Uh-oh, oh no
I'm flowing like linen
Amongst hoes so acrylic
I'm sickening, I could switch your man quick
Easy whips
Watch my hips do the cryptic tick
That make your n***a wanna grip the dick
N***as say I'm not sick
Little n***as mad 'cuz I rap about dick like y'all rap about clits
Ew, n***a, fuck that shit
You a little punk bitch
I'mma rap about dick
I'm turning out n***as 'cuz I'm so legit
Squeeze on my ass, n***a
Rub on my tits
Lick the must off my pits
I come to your crib just to drop off my kids
And then I'mma dip
Now I got your mans at my residence
Talking 'bout how he scratch and spliff
N***a, you know how the game goes
Unlace my Jordans and suck on my baby toes
Nice cuticles, cute follicles
Mixtape prodigal
My flow's poppin'
Times Square batty boy
I'm so tropic
First generation flying type level 100
Hop out the back of the M6
Legendary birds picking for my bread chips
Baby, come and kiss my Jay-Z lip
And do whatever other ish that you may see fit
I told you Omastar. Can you Diglett?
Don't forget who's the jiggiest n***a in the ZIP
I got Henny in a flask, very innocent
If I let you in my section, better wiggle in
Normal type n***as can't sit with us
Hella too average, don't fit with us
My whole crew's vibe is ridiculous
Our presence is a service to this fucking club
Every time I come through, yup
Throw it up
Roll it up
Light it up
Dro it up
I stay on the stage
Never posted up
I'm really in here
Half these n***as is somewhat