Yeah

(Ay, somebody turn me up on the headphones)

Yuh, yuh

Why you in, cappin' bout that shit? Ugh

Yeah, took a brother fucking clothes, I just hit a lick

Okay

Why you biting all my flows, why you act like bitches?

Boy, we just popped out with the frrr, huh

With the stick

You ain't know shit, fucking on your mix

Like construction work, boy, I'm laying bricks

I ain't got no diamonds on my fucking wrist

I just popped out, all black fit

And she spinning, yeah she doing tricks

Boy I sip Toseina, fucking on some Tris

Going all out, I ain't even trip

Smoking on loud boy, I'm fucking trip'

Hear that bounce on that fucking beat?

You could never fuck with me

I'm on the runway, I'm on magazines

Yeah, boy I'm fucking lagging, you could think I cheat

Bitch, I'm in London drinking fucking tea

Dubai, Vienna and Paris

I can't see the head, she a Hijabi

Count the fucking money like it's OCD

Yeah boy

Yeah, we going loud

Loud, loud, loud, loud, loud

Yeah, we on top, on the fucking top

They can't bring us down, down

You ain't never heard nothing like this, this a new sound

Everything come with a price

What goes up must come down

Spent a whole night tryna fucking fight, I can't see the light no more

I'm higher than a fucking kite

Them man full of spite, tryna see me die

Oh yeah? That's fine

I ain't wasting my time

Yeah, everything I do is just impeccable, yeah

I ain't even gotta try

I'm tryna get this shit right now

Did me way too foul

Close your fucking mouth

Boy, I'm fine jump out there fucking house

Took her shopping, bought that girl a pouch

How you gonna scam a brother and be proud?

Take my name out your fucking mouth , oh yuh

Oh yuh

Yuh, yeah

Yuh, yuh

Why you in, cappin' bout that shit? Ugh

Yeah, took a brother fucking clothes, I just hit a lick

Okay

Why you biting all my flows, why you act like bitches?

Boy, we just popped out with the frrr, huh

With the stick

(Okay, okay)