[Intro]
Bullet
Okay, I kick up on that n***a like I'm Sanji
Okay, I kick up on that n***a like I'm Sanji
Okay, I kick up on that n***a like I'm Sanji
Yo' Cochise, a weh dem a seh?
Bullet
Yeah, yeah
Bullet
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Bullet
Yeah, I tell 'em, tell 'em, uh, yeah, uh

[Verse]
Wanna know what I know? Uh
GBE, I glo, uh
Wanna make bread? Let's go, uh
Wanna talk bread? Let's go (Yeah)
No, I cannot, that boy doing the most
Shawty she talking, she doing the most
Talking 'bout hit it, but I gotta ghost
Talking 'bout spread it, but I ain't no toast
That boy, he dirty, I know he need soap
And I know that he broke and he getting no gloat
And your wifey just saw me, I know that she soak
Had to cover 'em up, I ain't talking 'bout coat
Had to cover 'em up, I ain't talking 'bout loc
I get up my money, I run in a boat
Put my foot on they neck and I know they gon' choke
Feel like NBA Youngboy, I'll never go broke
Humina, humina, humina, uh
My mother call me a son of a, uh
I got the money, I'm coming up, uh
I'm the one served me a hundred bar, uh
My money come from the backend
I do not care who you are, I'ma tax him
No, I don't know who you are, I won't tap in
I had to wake 'em up 'cause they was nappin'
Sing on that beat like my name Toni Braxton
I got the five on me just like a Jackson
I had to wipe 'em up just like a napkin
I got a shorty, I don't need no mackin'
I had to get on the boat, woah
I had to get to the goal, woah
I had to run me a goal, oh
I had to make me a GOAT, woah
Give him a pass like I'm Iniesta
You want some Raf and I want a Tesla
I'm in your home, boy, I'm a big stepper
And I dunk on your dome just like I'm Chris Webber
Forever I'm home, no matter the weather
God on my side, he making me better
Wake in the morning, I'm getting this cheddar
Whip in the kitchen, ain't talking Griselda
I got the Breath of the Wild like Zelda
Your shawty buff and I'm calling her Helga
I got that bank on mind like a teller
Jesus protect me just like an umbrella
He got the one in the head, a Beretta
I'm on 2K in the rec with a center
I had a teacher, his name was McKenna
I don't like Britney, ain't talking 'bout Renner
I got the kicks, they on me like Sanji (Uh)
I got the kicks, they on me like Sanji (Uh)
I got the kicks, they on me like Sanji (Ooh-wee)
My shawty cute and she mean like she Nami (Ooh-wee)
I got that [?], ayy (Yeah, yeah)
I'm in the house like it's Kame, huh (Yeah, yeah)
I'm at the top of Gudabi (Yeah, yeah)
Shawty, she talking 'bout top me (Let's go)
That boy he hate me so much, he wan' rob me
I had to pitch, just pour for a homie
I had to grow up and stop wearing Tommy
I had to stack up a K for my mommy
Tell that n***a, "Get the bleach, wipe it off, wash your body"
Get it off, go home, tell me, don't tell nobody
I got the pump, point at your body
Pull out on me, pull out that shotty
Catch a lil' body, all of 'em naughty
I know he dead, bust at his noggin
All of my n***as, we kill with no choppas, yeah