So explain to me, when I'm coming out, ****,

it's like, yo, who with him?

Like, who he with? Me, ****.

Myself, ****, I do what the fuck I wanna do.

Yeah, baby. Yeah, I ain't got no OGs in the rap game,

I just do it myself. I've been humble lately,

fuck all that humble shit, it's time to give all these **** the belt.

Heard they last shit, that was not hot,

it's time to put all that shit on the shelf.

Bucky by the drop, **** know what's going on, ****, yeah, uh.

Got a bitch in like A City, on my favorite one, when I make it big, though she coming with me.

Shit be moving, but I let them changes when I I'm in them streets,

I gotta keep it with me I remember when I wasn't poppin bitches wouldn't fuck me I remember losin on the block, was tryna get a dollar But I wasn't trippin cause I knew I'd do it Yeah, how do you like me now, bitch?

You gotta pipe it down, bitch Look at me icy down,

bitch You gotta wipe me down, bitch Can they free Mikey now,

shit Pussy too good, I drowned in it Pussy too water,

I drowned in it Yeah, let's go, yeah I ain't got no OGs in this rap shit I just do it myself Too tuned,

but I'm booted up I got bitches twerkin gotta mull it myself Hit the big shot, that's what **** get,

they was thinkin about It's a mismatch, n a, shit wack Leave me alone, cause this shit could go left Yeah,

I don't know why n s that it's sweet Thinkin that we cool, n s gotta eat, n s love the streets Yeah, look, it's like 83 degrees,

California breeze I'm on the watch with some pretty bitches and we teed up Had to strip, be tellin bars,

sendin bitches by the bitches That I wanna fuck and all the pussy n s that we wanna rub Bro was open, so I threw the lock I could fuck her, but I swear to God When I'm with her,

she don't give me heart She see the n a,

finally takin off I knew I was finna make it, fam I ain't got no OGs in the rap game I've been humble lately, fuck all that humble shit It's time to give all these **** the belt Heard they last shit,

that was not hot It's time to put all that shit on the shelf Bucky bout to drop, **** know what's going on Yeah,

I ain't got no OG's in this rap shit I just do it myself Too torn,

but I'm booted up I got bitches twerking,

got em all to myself Hit the big shot, that's what **** get They was thinking that I couldn't go left It's a mismatch,

**** shit wack Leave me alone, cause this shit could go left