Aye we got ATM and Whynaut on the track again

Yessir, yerr bitch

Even when I lose it's a W like McGregor

I don't give a fuck about the price of gas I'm in a tesla

Wear the Goose in the summer I don't care bitch I'm a flexer

I'ma put you on the ropes and I ain't even a wrestler

In the booth cookin' up bitch I feel like chef Ramsay

I ain't no angel got no halo but still pull up in a banshee

She said I'm too nasty, I said she too fancy

Life's a beach and I stay swimming while you hoes just get sandy aye

No motherfucking hook on the track

One take that's facts

You should know that I ain't running shit back that's wack

Keep it a hunnit so I'm blue like tack

AC on 'cause I'm cool like that it's so sad

That y'all been sleepin' on me takin naps

All this love I ain't stupid I know you fakin' that

Call me Robbie Williams 'cause I ain't takin' that

Really ain't much that I won't do to make this paper stack

Ain't no debatin' that

I don't care what game you playing at

I stay focused stay grounded keepin' score countin' and you know I'm not just saying that

Aye, this shit is greater than rap

The mainstream I don't cater to that

I'll give a hater a dap

It ain't his fault that he cant tell that I snap

On every single fuckin' verse so where your anuses at

I'm tryna fuck I'm tryna nut

I'm tryna let you all know what the fuck is up

See this is really all skill and just a little luck

It only really takes practice to run it up

I'm not even bothered by y'all sewing sin

A tugboat up shit's creek is what you're rowing in

I'm like Rich Homie promise I won't stop going in

You can't walk what I'm tiptoeing in well fuck with me

You can't walk what I'm tiptoeing in lil' bitch