[Intro: yuke]
N***as can't compete with me 'cause n***as really suck, ayy
N***as— N***as can't compete with me 'cause n***as really suck, ayy
I pull up wit' ten n***as we hop up out of the cut, ayy
(Hoodrich)

[Verse 1: yuke]
Hol' on, I got what you want, ayy (Hoodrich)
I got money and the drugs (Hoodrich), I can't get no love, ayy
I can't get no love, tell that gnat not a slut, ayy
Bitch, you really bugged out if you think I give a fuck, ayy
N***as can't compete with me 'cause n***as really suck, ayy
I pull up wit' ten n***as we hop up out of the cut, ayy
Put the blick up to his skull and turn his brain to mush, ayy
Worry 'bout yourself and chase the check, that's what moms say
Ho, only worry 'bout the cash, tryna grab it, huh
Watch how I walk up in this spot, lookin' lavish, huh
Model ho on me, wanna let me clap it, huh
She trеat me like a blunt 'til I'm ashin'
Only makin' weird drop, I gеt the cash in
If I'm drinkin', then I'm drinkin' 'til I'm blackin'
Boy, you cappin', you don't get all the backin'
I just drop another song and lil' yuke just keep spazzin'
Lil' yuke just might crash the whip
Lil' yuke might just crack yo' bitch
I might go and slime yo' shit
I might go and slime yo' twin
I might slide up through the trap in a fuckin' Benz
Pussy n***a, we know that you can't even show a band
Yeah, huh
It's okay, though
Huh, you a broke n***a in the trap, ayy-oh
Huh
It's okay, though
No really
It's okay, though
[Verse 2: blss]
You really think I care, huh?
Bitches really askin' me to share, huh? Huh
I be coolin' in my crib, posted wit' a blunt
Fuckin' yo' bitch from the back and she grunt
I be stayin' quiet but they know I'm finna stunt
Random bitches tryna rap but they didn't make the cut
I was with yo' lil' ho but she couldn't make me nut
Yeah, why is yo' ass talking? Told yo' ass to shut
Yeah, and you askin' for money, no, I cannot trust
And if that ho fat, yeah, I'm not gon' cuff
And you really suck, thinkin' that yo' music tough
Saying you make money but that shit is really bluff