[Intro]
H-H-H-Holy shit!
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
N***as always hatin', what they talking ’bout?
See 'em in traffic, wanna talk it out
Just bought an S Class, I'm always in the backseat
But I ain’t that scrub Chilli talkin' bout
Ayy, rich n***a thing I sign a blank check
Hit her, get the wave back since n***as doing wave checks
If I ain't paved the way, then it ain't paved yet
And you n***as stealing styles still ain't paid yet
N***as say I'm broke, but your Bentley need a brake check
Driving fast on accident, I still ain't been late yet
Hide my dog, but your momma wanna play vet
And she just gave me head like she ain't ate yet
I used to want the Rollie, but these n***as got ’em
Pouring champagne on they wrist, just to waste a bottle
Lookin’ stupid as a bitch
When it's all said and done, you lookin’ stupid for the bitch, n***a

[Chorus]
Ayy, fuck being humble
Fuck all that humble shit
Fuck being humble
Fuck all that humble shit
I hope you n***as crumble
Y'all on some other shit
Fuck being humble
Fuck all that humble shit
[Verse 2]
Ayy, my old partner crossed me, gotta land that bih
Run and tag, but I didn't miss
Then I put 40 in his pockets and I rose him from the dead
Better be lucky I ain't put it on his head
N***as used to fuck my bitch, I ain’t lying
And they come to shake my hand and when I heard, I could'a died
I could've got them bitch n***as ridin', 'til I see them walk around tryna see about a job
My new girl drive dead, it's a murder
Finna break up with her, 'cause I feel like I don't deserve her
Sometimes I try to re-get the number and surprise her with some shit, 'cause I'm still tryna earn her
Fuck being humble, n***as never been on shit
I'm on three floors in a crib, we converse through intercom
And when this shit get poppin', do not hit my phone
Bitch

[Chorus]
Ayy, fuck being humble
Fuck all that humble shit
Fuck being humble
Fuck all that humble shit
I hope you n***as crumble
Y'all on some other shit
Fuck being humble
Fuck all that humble shit