[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Wow, n***as been crampin' my style
Blowin' my high, they want a reply
The number one question is, "How?"
How does it feel now that you on?
How much you worth? How big is your home?
How come you won't get a few features?
I think you should? How 'bout I don't?
How 'bout you just get the fuck off my dick?
How 'bout you listen and never forget?
Only gon' say this one time, then I'll dip
N***as ain't worthy to be on my shit
Haven't you heard? I'm as cold as the tip
Tip of the iceberg that tipped the Titanic
No tip-toein' around it, my shit is gigantic
As big as the fuckin' Atlantic, I'm lit, bitch

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
I ain't duckin' nothin' but the gun law shit, but fuck it (Yeah)
My bitch no longer love me
Say I don't do nothing but get some head and gеt the money
I'm on my way to pick up a bag, drink and drive, and gеt a blunt in (Uh-huh)
We don't argue with n***as
No talkin' on Twitter, just tell him pull up if he want it (Yeah)
Ayy, you know I don't trick off like he do (Uh-huh)
Takin' pics to go eat some Chinese food (Uh-huh)
I'm talkin' that cheap shit, that sesame (Huh)
Know your bitch tryna cheat and get next to me (Ha)
They all love my IG, want the recipe (Huh)
Why your boy put that post up and tell on me? (Huh, huh)
I think all of my opps the police
As soon as I pop 'em, detectives arresting me (Damn)
These n***as dry, snitchin' (Huh)
I pull up with like five bitches
Ain't finna talk to no Facebook n***a
I'm gon' let that five hit ya
Oh, he out his mind? (Yeah)
I'm tryna see somethin' die, n***a (Yeah)
Better watch your lil' bitch
Fuck around, blink your eye, and your lil' bitch be mine, n***a (Ha)
(She told me, she told me)
[Verse 3: J. Cole]
At this shit daily, sipped so much Actavis
I convinced Actavis that they should pay me
If practice made perfect, I'm practice's baby
If practice made perfect, I'm practice's baby
Platinum wrist ridin' in back like Miss Daisy
Platinum disc and I own masters, bitch, pay me
Y'all n***as trappin' so lack-sical-daisy
My n***a sell crack like it's back in the '80s
Know a young n***a, he actin' so crazy
He serve a few packs and he jack a Mercedes
He shoot at the police, he clap at old ladies
He don't give a fuck if them crackers gon' hang him
Bitches been askin', "What have you done lately?"
I stacked a few M's like my last name was Shady
My life is too crazy, no actor could play me
My life is too crazy, no actor could play me

[Chorus: J. Cole]
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter-brick
Bentley from his mama's whip
K.O.D., he hard as shit
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter-brick
Bentley from his mama's whip
K.O.D., he hard as shit
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter-brick
Bentley from his mama's whip
K.O.D., he hard as shit
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter-brick
Bentley from his mama's whip
K.O.D., he hard as shit