[Intro: Doechii, DJ Ebro & Westside Gunn]
One hundred percent
You know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM (Okay)
Rest in peace (Yup)
I've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um
Westside Gunn (Mhm), love him, he's so talented (Super)
So incredible
Ayo, brrt
Brrt, ayo (Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
Ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
I was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin' (Ah)
Shai dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome (Ah)
40 tucked on me, scorpions on the visit (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Fiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom (Ah)
"I need fifty," do a demo on camera (Woo)
Hit the brick with the psycho cutter like Ciampa (Mm)
Don't wash clothes, Chloe never seen a hamper (Uh-uh)
FLYGOD Jr. had cracks in his Pamper (Ah)
I'm that fuckin' n***a, you know it
Balenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Two-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA (Skrrt)
Daytona wristes, taste too exquisite (Ah)
Saint Laurent britches, my bitch mind her business (Ah)
Glock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom (Woo)
Stripes on the ceiling, this a Thom Browne kitchen (Whip)
Thirty-six opps inside the projects itchin' (Ah)
N***as prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin' (Fuck these n***as, Lord)
They ain't never had "Paris" written on the dishes (Uh-uh)
They ain't never had the Cullinan in the trenches (Uh-uh)
Eastside n***a, I'm a cocaine wizard (Whip)
Just sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket (Mm)
Dollar short, your nana at the door like, "Who is it?" (Brring)
I'm that fuckin' n***a, I'm on my own dick
Ritz-Carlton, Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick (Ah)
[Verse 2: Doechii]
Grrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Roberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt (Uh)
My Daisy Dukes probably drag a n***a through the dirt (Uh)
Snuck up on his mama, hit the n***a where it hurts
Smith Wess' on the Glock, double C's on the purse (Grrt)
Embroidered bedsheets, five hundred thread count (Count)
Almost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop
Swallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties (Boom, boom)
Took a PJ to see Westside's city
Literary swamp, bitch n***as can't book me
Came up out the mud, same color as a Tootsie
You ain't a boss, you's a pussy (Pussy)
I done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie
And I'm that fuckin' bitch and you know it (I'm that fuckin' bitch)
Westside Gunn, Swamp Princess, ho, it's
Never been done this clean, this crisp
Label heads fiendin', in the meetings snowin' like Christmas
N***a, keep cool, Griselda got two-twos (Grr)
Ain't talkin' 'bout ballet, my n***as on point, shoot

[Outro: Doechii & DJ Ebro]
I just feel like, I feel like the underdog (Mm)
I feel like the underdog and I just feel like
Stop playin' with me