[Intro]
(Hit-Boy)

[Chorus]
In this bitch with Hit-Boy, the shit we makin' timeless
Send a hit, boy, somebody gon' be unresponsive (Baow)
Them hitters do just what I tell 'em, Grizzley Simon (Go get 'em)
Can't let nobody take the sack, we like linemen (Protect it)
I drop a bag on my runner, then I time him (Tick, tick)
If it ain't gone in two weeks, we got a problem (Fuck)
Bro get five hundred every time I get a thousand
Rest in peace JB, I know she lookin' down smilin'

[Verse 1]
Wanna fly to Detroit and go to dog trial (My n***a)
If I say I love it, that's what I'm gon' die 'bout (On God)
I ain't fly that lil' ho out, she used her SkyMiles (Yeah)
Had to kick the lean, that shit fucked up my bowels (Uh)
Real n***as ain't gotta say they real, n***a (That they real, n***a)
Ain't got no cleats, but I'm still in the field with it (In that field with it)
Don't like me? You gotta kill me or deal with it (Deal with it)
From nick houses to penthouses, how it feel, n***a? (Good, n***a)
I got heart, but, bitch, I'm heartless at the same time (Heartless)
If you get paid for tellin' the truth, we got the same grind (Yeah)
Think 'bout your peoples every day, we got the same mind (Yeah)
Deal with they problems and my problems at the same time (Yeah), gang
[Chorus]
In this bitch with Hit-Boy, the shit we makin' timeless
Send a hit, boy, somebody gon' be unresponsive (Baow)
Them hitters do just what I tell 'em, Grizzley Simon (Go get 'em)
Can't let nobody take the sack, we like linemen (Protect it)
I drop a bag on my runner, then I time him (Tick, tick)
If it ain't gone in two weeks, we got a problem (Fuck)
Bro get five hundred every time I get a thousand
Rest in peace JB, I know she lookin' down smilin'

[Verse 2]
Michael Jordan used to shoot a thousand shots a day (What?)
Fuck hoopin', Booka tryna shoot a thousand opps a day (Baow)
They know I ain't 'bout to play
Watch out when I cock the K (Brr)
Speakin' of hoopin' I fuck hoes and have 'em hooked like Dr. Jay (Facts)
In the Eastside throwin' up the West like Dr. Dre (West)
Got two hundred thousand on me, fuck it, it's that type of day (Woo)
That bitch smelled that Baccarat, it made her feel some type of way
As we speak, me and Kerwin got ten different type of players (Ayy, hol' up, wait, hol' up)
Billion streams on Spotify (Facts)
I'll still jump out blowin' if I spot a opp (Brrat)
They told me I couldn't do it, I'm like, "I still gotta try"
I'm like, "Let that n***a slide"
Blanco like, "He gotta die"
[Chorus]
In this bitch with Hit-Boy, the shit we makin' timeless (Facts)
Send a hit, boy, somebody gon' be unresponsive (Got get 'em)
Them hitters do just what I tell 'em, Grizzley Simon (Go get 'em)
Can't let nobody take the sack, we like linemen (Just protect it)
I drop a bag on my runner, then I time him (You got this long)
If it ain't gone in two weeks, we got a problem (N***a, what?)
Bro get five hundred every time I get a thousand
Rest in peace JB, I know she lookin' down smilin' (My baby)

[Outro]
I got a billion streams on Spotify
I'll still jump out blowin' if I spot a opp
They told me I couldn't do it, I'm like, "I still gotta try"
I'm like, "Let that n***a slide"
Blanco like, "He gotta go, he gotta die"