[Intro: F. Mills]
It ain't no rules
We just dropping shit anytime we feel like it from now on
Shout to Jy, Salute Play, Jo-Jo, Bookie
Dj Gemini, Skinnyman
She want me to talk my shit man
Y'all done fucked up now
Oh who am I?
I'm the reason y'all see that Trek Gang
Hustle Gang all down ya timeline
I'm F. Mills
Get used to me
Future..

[Hook: Future]
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, n***a you ain't bought shit
Talkin' 'bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't fuck shit
Shit, shit
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, n***a you ain't bought shit
Talkin' 'bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't fuck shit
Shit, shit

[Verse 1: F. Mills]
N***as tell me that they ready
They ain't ready though
I could tell by all the shit be on the radio
I mean all this wack shit come through my stereo
When I walk up in the room I scream carry on
I send shots leave you dancing like Terio
Feel like Pac
See these boys acting scary though
Do it from the blood
And if you grew up from the mud
And if you digging what I dug
You'll need a burial
These haters pop a lot of shit
But man It just prepare me tho
Tell me really why they mad
It's just motivation
I'm just living my life and you just fucking waiting
If you gone get it n***a quit it
Fuck being patient
If you think you n***as really
Winning better gone erase it
Had to scrap a lotta birds made em fly away
I see they all up in they feelings
Like a diary
They way too aggressive with them words
I felt some kinda way
If you offended n***a with it
At the studio
I'm in the booth and I'm rhyming in my snap back
I spit the truth, so I'm tryna bring this rap back
Coming through the roof see me climbing on these hot tracks
It's what I do plus I'm grinding get them fat sacks
Nothing to lose what's to prove n***as got racks
Got my crews man the timing it's just all facts dressed in that all black
N***as best to fall back, shit!

[Verse 2: Drake]
Took n***as out the hood like I'm from there
So you know it's all good when I come there
I hear you talk about your city like you run that
And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there n***a
But I had to come through for the remix
On my haven’t done a verse in 8 weeks shit
And if a n***a say my name, he the hot shit
But if I say the n***a name, he still the hot shit
Fucked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip
N***as act like they don't know, but they should know
Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait
But I'm the one that's killing n***as on the hooks though
And n***as ain't got a grill, still ice grill hating
I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It
Just looking at the numbers, n***a, I feel amazing
I call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it
I'm the young rap n***a with the 'Melo deal
You need to come to OVO for a better deal
Just know a million ain't shit once you get a mill
And n***as say it’s all good, that’s how you better feel
N***a nah, fuck that, this year I'm talking big stuff
Rolling through the city like a young n***a bricked up
Fuck n***as gon' be fuck n***as
That's why we never give a fuck when a fuck n***a switched up