[Intro]
(Ayy, Nick, you goin' crazy)

[Verse 1]
These n***as hatin' and my n***as fake
And I see it all in my peripheral (I see it)
I see that boy at the light, I'ma up it 'cause fuck it
I'm tryna get rid of you (Bop-bop-bop-bop)
I had this bitch to the racks, she won't put up a fight
'Cause she know who to listen to
I am done riskin' my life, tryna do this shit right
They should know I don't follow rules (Oh, yeah)

[Chorus]
Who the fuck on my line? I don't got the time
I'm in the studio, I'm grindin' hard
And I still pour your cup (Uh)
These n***as don't want no war (Uh)
I just slide in a Bently, no mask
No pandemic, you won't make it far (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm still a die-hard, yeah (Gang, gang, gang)
I done left, and I came back just to add more to the score
When I share, this is payback for all of the closed doors
Out of breath, I keep chasin' that bag 'til I'm sore
Chasin' 'til I'm sore, ain't no holdin' back, I move forward
Ain't no goin' back, up my pole
Then start fallin' back, bitch, I'm with it, n***a, all of that
[Verse 2]
And I got that big 4-5 sittin' on my lap
I got myself, you ain't holdin' my strap (Bop-bop-bop)
These n***as pussy and these n***as cap (Woah)
I'm number one, in The Cat in The Hat (Wow)
Remember Big Rocks, when I was chillin' in the back of the back (Back of the back)
I told 'em kick rocks (I did)
I don't give a fuck 'bout whoever got mad
And they don't support me
But they will be there, to say they around
They try to report me
And call the police when the A's come around
She said she adore me, but, I can't trust no bitch (No bitch)
N***as, they fake, they switch (They switch)
I done seen it all, don't play and get kilt
Rari why you shop at me, like a bitch
You got a problem? Just hit me up (Just hit me up)
Hit the plug for the P's, I'ma stick 'em up (Bop)
And they roll up the legs, we get lit as fuck (High-high-high)
Any n***a need money, then get to us
She ain't dumb, she can tell that I'm rich as fuck
Tell him come, I give him what he lookin' for
Tryna bend through my block, we gon' flip the cars (Grrah)

[Chorus]
Who the fuck on my line? I don't got the time
I'm in the studio, I'm grindin' hard
And I still pour your cup (Uh)
These n***as don't want no war (Uh)
I just slide in a Bently, no mask
No pandemic, you won't make it far (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm still a die-hard, yeah (Gang, gang, gang)
I done left, and I came back just to add more to the score
When I share, this is payback for all of the closed doors
Out of breath, I keep chasin' that bag 'til I'm sore
Chasin' 'til I'm sore, ain't no holdin' back, I move forward
Ain't no goin' back, up my pole
Then start fallin' back, bitch, I'm with it, n***a, all of that