(Turn me up, Eman)

Don't play too foul, I used to hoop (On God)

Drop albums, back to back, HBD going two for two

I got these bitches shaking hips, tossing shit like hula hoop

Same hoes who dubbed me, can't get near me, they like, what the fuck, got into you?

I pass the ball, like Sharife Cooper, ain't want the bitch, I alley-ooped her (I alley-ooped her)

This a blue switch with a demon on it, know TJ, be the shooter

He start to tweak, Bktherula, touch my chain he'll probably do you

Y'all be living off Insta-likes, when in real life, that boy a loser

Had to clear my head, stay out the way, whole gang get to the pape

Twin some like a gunsmith, every time it's smoke, bump fye the drac (Blrr, Blrr)

Shit broke my heart, said she don't love me, she tryna be my Mary J

I can't go for nothing, I told her, break a leg like Gordon Hay

I'm back locked in, bruh, don't invite me to no damn party (On God)

Hanging with the opps, just for some clout, these **** clique farming

Back in my bag, I promise ****, they ain't got shit on me (On God)

I don't need security in the A, shit, I'm with SplitMarni (On God, on God)

Know some **** gon' switch on me, probably mad I shitted on em

Yo ass, some like 34, we used to play for the bucks, till you went and picked up the heat (34, Bucks, Blrr)

How many times I say in songs, y'all **** can't even fuck with me (Y'all can't even fuck with me)

I might need the big boy pants, my pape too thick for skinny jeans

Know these hoes on go for show, every day they switchin' teams

I done been through that before, that's why I be moving P (On God)

Back then I wouldn't talk at all, now I get paid to talk on beats

Oh, he like playing hardball, he go out like Baby G (Hollon, G Baby)

Don't play too foul, I used to hoop (On God)

Know **** that's in the pen, tryna get a home run, Babe Ruth

They tryna act like something new, I just did what I'm ' posed to do (On God)

How you gon' say you want the real, but when I talk, you hate the truth (On God)

(Turn me up, Eman)