[Intro]
Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Yeah, what? What?
Yeah, huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I'm killin' these n***as, they calling me cocky
N***as is mad and nobody can stop me
I'm in my bag and there's no need to brag
And you n***as get smacked, I'm your dad and your papi
I'm finna blow, I already know it
I spit hits, I'm a fuckin' poet
You n***as shit, you need to fuckin' quit
You take potential hits and then you fuckin' blow it

[Verse 1]
I hop on this beat I'm finessing
Look at these blessings, all of my exes from Texas
You n***as is guessing that I will start stressing
Fall back to depression just 'cause yo' rejection
I kill beats, these instrumentals
N***as talking 'bout, "He got potential"
N***as joining groups, tryna be Avengers
Scared to stand alone, scared to disassemble
I'm droppin' shit way before December
Be afraid, hope you do remember
In the Escalade, drinking Ace of Spades
Doing escapades, yeah, I do adventures
Droppin' shit, you know that I'm poppin' shit
I switched up my swag and they copied it
Got in my bag and I pulled off the tag
And I don't mean to brag on my mothafuckin' cocky shit
N***as is, n***as is wack
Smokin' on crack, I am on fire like Jack
I do the same thing as Thugger:
When cops come and pull up, yeah, I put that brack in my brack
N***as corny, n***as whistle blow
N***as kiss ass, n***a mistletoe
You gotta thick ass? You should let me know!
I make big cash, Giuseppe' toe
[Chorus]
I'm killin' these n***as, they calling me cocky
N***as is mad and nobody can stop me
I'm in my bag and there's no need to brag
And you n***as get smacked, I'm your dad and your papi
I'm finna blow, I already know it
I spit hits, I'm a fuckin' poet
You n***as shit, you need to fuckin' quit
You take potential hits and then you fuckin' blow it

[Verse 2]
You blew it!
Yeah, n***a you blew it!
Had the mothafuckin' ball and you threw it
You had the screw and you didn't even screw it
Yes, I am Lil Nas and I'm 'bout to get to it
I shit on you n***as, right now, I'm just fartin'
Enter the game, all you n***as departin'
You won't be braggin' about yo' Ferrari
I'm killin' you n***as and no, I'm not sorry!

[Chorus]
I'm killin' these n***as, they calling me cocky
N***as is mad and nobody can stop me
I'm in my bag and there's no need to brag
And you n***as get smacked, I'm your dad and your papi
I'm finna blow, I already know it
I spit hits, I'm a fuckin' poet
You n***as shit, you need to fuckin' quit
You take potential hits and then you fuckin' blow it
I'm killin' these n***as, they calling me cocky
N***as is mad and nobody can stop me
I'm in my bag and there's no need to brag
And you n***as get smacked, I'm your dad and your papi
I'm finna blow, I already know it
I spit hits, I'm a fuckin' poet
You n***as shit, you need to fuckin' quit
You take potential hits and then you fuckin' blow it