Woo

I like this

I got that

I got that, ooh, tell a fiend

Fillin' up the mix, you better lean

Tell 'em check they six 'fore they set the beams

Better quit the horsin', got that ketamine

You say that you gon' ball with me, I'm back up on a bender

They tryna get a bump, but I ain't crashin' out on fenders

If you knew me from the jump, I'm like Stackhouse with defenders

Try and pass it, you can't have it, I don't rap with no pretenders

Shake the sharks, you ain't makin' art

They Kirkin' out, tryna take it yard

They box 'em out, try and make it hard

The white kids shoot sharp, on my Caitlin Clark

Swish, they got bricks, I got this

Ain't no blicks, I got hits, they want clicks, they want a switch

To make it rich, and end up Vick's, hard to tell, but they end up snitch (Hold up)

108 beads, beams on 'em, say a prayer

This for all my angels who have fallen tryna take it there

Main man, hunnid grand, had me since I chased a glare

Now I'm throwin' dirt on all these roaches, tryna make it fair

I'm sick of all they takin', so I take the air

No more prince, burn a throne, motive unknown

Let us rinse, who get pinched? Ain't no smut thrown

Everything is everything 'til it up smokes

You should check these subs, though, every cut is cutthroat

Know I'm goin' out with a bang (Bang)

Tell 'em leave the bag in the bank (Bank)

You should check the tags where we hang (Hang)

You know I'm goin' out with a (Bang)

Know I'm goin' out with a bang (Bang)

Tell 'em leave the bag in the bank (Bank)

You should check the tags where we hang (Hang)

You know I'm goin' out with a (Bang)

Watch your axe, or learn a lesson while you chokin' on the Drac'

Never one for countin' blessings, we just smokin' on the hate

I ain't one for all the pressin', jokin' steal you in the face

Pass the John and get to steppin', know you feel a type of way

I'm on Chuck Brown, where they chuckin' brown 'round town, check the pounds, the gumbo off

I'm from the land of half smokes and the mumbo sauce

All that G.O.A.T. talk, mm, when the gun go off

Bang, look at me, are you serious?

Got them dark blue tints, they ain't really us

Need some bands, hit up Ben's, get your chilli up

Skip the lip service for the milli's, can't Vanilli us

Ain't familiar with them, you ain't on no family visits

Take his Grammy with him, we are not a fan of bitches

Tell 'em this is family business, only in the family interest

He gon' have to pay if he bought chemi' with him, huh

All my Rothschild's pay me with an alias

Y'all ain't even on my Schwarzchild radius

Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it somewhere out where Haiti is

Tell 'em I got drive, but it's only in Mercedes-Benz

Know I'm goin' out with a bang (Bang)

Tell 'em leave the bag in the bank (Bank)

You should check the tags where we hang (Hang)

You know I'm goin' out with a (Bang)

Know I'm goin' out with a bang (Bang)

Tell 'em leave the bag in the bank (Bank)

You should check the tags where we hang (Hang)

You know I'm goin' out with a (Bang)