[Part 1]

[Intro]
Ayy check this out
Ayy, this shit gon' keep gettin’ bigger and bigger
And these n***as gon' keep gettin' mad
Tay Keith, fuck these n***as up!

[Verse]
These n***as hating, they gossip and envy me
But in they pockets they don’t have a penny
Run up on me, you get put out your misery
I really honor the second amendment
Come get your hoe 'cause she just blew a kiss at me
And she keep beggin' to come home with me
She keep on talkin' 'bout what she gon' do to me
I told her prove it bitch, come on with it
All out in Vegas, I'm rockin the latest
Wrist hangin' out the window of a Mercedes
Rockin’ gold like a dope boy in the 80s
Bedazzle my bracelet, don’t do nothing basic
I'm the new wave and these n***as outdated
Keep me some cake every day, my belated
All at my shows snappin’ up with the ladies
And they keep on talkin' 'bout havin' my babies
(Hold on, you doin’ too much mane, you trippin'... what you doin'?)
Skinny pimp I'm lookin' for the chewin', yup
Me and broke n***as not congruent, nope
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a viewing
Diamonds ice skating like I played for the Bruins (like the hockey team)
Look at all this money I'm accruing
Ballin' in New York, Pat Ewing
Flyer than a butterfly
I'm committed, I ain't fuckin with them other guys
Love my n***as like my brothers on my mother's side
Fuck a n***a if he fuckin' with the other side
Give a fuck 'bout your feelings I don't sympathize
Ridin' 'round with a snow bunny, not the Energizer
Cute face, slim waist, with some bigger thighs
Broke hoes, I don't ever put my dick inside, nah
I'm a big dog, big rings on my paws
Top grade stones and they come with no flaws
Balenciaga tennis and Balenciaga draws
Hoes on my dick like my last name Claus
Been a lil minute since I been to the ball
This shit that I'm rockin' you can't find it at all
Wanna go against me, better make the right call
Never [?] bitch I keep my eyes on the ball

[Part 2]

[Verse 2]
Ooh, I see the plot before they make a move
Air your block out if I get in that mood
You not a real one, you got the streets fooled
You not my n***a, we just went to school
N***a we wit it if you wanna feud
You want the smoke, we got premium fuel
Pretty lil bitty, keep sendin' me n***s
She love the way my pockets be true
Prey on these n***as and pray to the bible
Nobody taught me the art of survival
Ain't got no love for an opp or a rival
My n***as shot on me, should never have tried 'em
Killing these n***as and bitches with silents
You pillow talkin' to women in private
Jit wanna talk but I want your vagina
She keep my dick covered in her saliva
My bitch stay mad at me, she say I'm arrogant
Ain't gotta say I'm the shit it's apparent
Draped in designer but these look like hand-me-downs
They like boy what in the fuck is you wearin'
Before the deal I bought me a charger
2019 I might get a McLaren
Back in the day I was rockin' in starter
Now I'm in Gucci while runnin' my errands
You talk about shit you ain't did
You should be workin' at Lids
He threw a rock and he hit
That's the type of shit that I forbid
I've been traveling all over the grid
I might get me a flight to Madrid
Free my n***as doin' the bid
Forgive all the shit that they did
Pop at my shit and I know they gon' quote it
So put-together they think that I wrote it
Tryna decide on a Patek or Rollie
Covered in water, might need me a floatie
Bitin' my swag but they thought I wouldn't notice
They wanna kick it but I'm not a goalie
Most of these n***as be rogus and bogus
Tinted my windows like I was the police
Make sure it's facts when you get to speaking
Thumbin' through racks, this shit so intriguing
Fuck n***as hate, they see me succeeding
Fire up my blunt 'fore I walk in the meeting
Hustin' back, these n***as receding
Pockets get fat, what the hell they been eating?
Won't cut 'em slack, but these n***as need it
I already won, ain't no need for competin'