[Intro: FBG Duck]
I know they've been waiting like, "When Duck gon' drop some new shit?"
(Here we go again, ooh)
(Skitzo Beat)
(These lil' n***as better clout up)
I've been waiting to drop some new shit myself, n***a
(N***a, that's my shit by the way, too, bitch)
I asked myself like, "Why the fuck you ain't dropping shit, n***a?" (Woo, turn up)

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
They thought I wouldn't make it, shit, you kiddin' me? (Hahaha)
I'ma be here forever, they can never get rid of me (True)
Fuck all my old bitches, fuck all my enemies (Fuck all them bitchеs)
Why would I stop and I know that my family depend on me? (No, ooh, turn up)
I got to show thеse people, ooh, I got to show these people (Ooh)
I got to show these people that ain't none of these n***as out here can fuck with me (No)
I got show these people, I got to show these people (FBG shit)
That when it come to this shit, I'm the fuckin' king (FBG, bitch)

[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
These n***as ain't fuckin' with me, okay, you can admit it (No)
You think that you fuckin' with me, well, you can forget it (No)
All I smoke is loud, I don't smoke midgets (Dope)
And I don't waste my time, clock is tickin' (Skrrt)
Call up some bitches (Ooh), give them the drugs to get their nerves right (Turn up)
Just 'cause I'm gettin' money I'm 'posed to hit the store to splurge, right? (Money)
These n***as trippin', they finna go through the wrong turnpike (True)
You still ain't learn, right? I'm finna kill 'em just like it's a purge night (Brrt, brrt)
They thought I wouldn't make it, they thought I wouldn't make it
I was told they not givin' it to me, so I gotta take it
It sound like I made it, this shit came out the basement
Fuck bein' famous, I'm here for the paper (Money)
[Chorus: FBG Duck & 40 Moncler]
They thought I wouldn't make it, shit, you kiddin' me? (Hahaha)
I'ma be here forever, they can never get rid of me (True)
Fuck all my old bitches, fuck all my enemies (Fuck all them bitches)
Why would I stop and I know that my family depend on me? (No, ooh, turn up)
I got to show these people, ooh, I got to show these people (Ooh)
I got to show these people that ain't none of these n***as out here can fuck with me (No)
(I'll pull up on your bitch, n***a, [?])
I got show these people, I got to show these people (Ooh)
(Hundred bands in the Truey, bitch)
That when it come to this shit, I'm the fuckin' king

[Verse 2: 40 Moncler]
Trappin', got enemies, you n***as is kiddin' me
-'ll never get rid of me (Nope), won't never get rid of me (Nope)
Two hundred in traffic, my n***as ain't lackin'
They hate on the gang, your bitch wanna hang
Hoppin' all out of the foreign, Maison Margiela's
When I'm in your city, it look like I'm tourin'
Fuckin' your bitch and I'm moanin'
Kickin' her out in the morning
Sippin' on Act' and keep pourin'
Try to run down and we scorin' (Boom, boom)
Dunkin' on shit like I'm Jordan
N***as be tight 'cause we up now (Up), bankrolls keep my Trues stuffed
Bet your bitch gon' choose up, all she want is that new love (Gang)
Spent 10K at the jeweler, bitch, don't make me shoot you
Hollow tips rip right through you (Brrat), got 50K tucked for the lawyer
Tryna run up on me, you a goner, now the [?] block hotter than Florida
[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Why would I stop and I know that my family depend on me? (No, ooh, turn up)
I got to show these people, ooh, I got to show these people (Ooh)
I got to show these people that ain't none of these n***as out here can fuck with me (No)
I got show these people, I got to show these people (Ooh)
That when it come to this shit, I'm the fuckin' king