John snow, two

I'll be damned, **** don't make me laugh, **** don't make me mad

If I land, it's probably gonna make you sad

Probably gonna make me brag, probably gonna get you slammed

My pen is probably gonna make you fan

Aye, uh, two

Boy you fresh up out the school, fuck you talking about, hanging with the killers

Baby girl you're not an influencer, all you ever do is post pictures

You let a lame **** get you gassed, and they don't even get the whole picture

I know not to drink tap water, cause in my city it got coke in it

Had a dream where I was torturing some **** I don't like and it was so vivid

Rappers get a little hype, then start celebrating like the job's finished

Ask me for my top five

Man it's, me, me, me, me, me

I'm a cold ****, not a yes man, I'm a big hater

Who the fuck am I?

The closest thing to the goat, ****

Uh, I had to show them where the bar at

Every time I hear a new rapper, I can't help but wonder where they bars at

Two moving like a bartender, got the bar set

Heard a hundred of them and they all wack, get a **** whipped like he car jacked, uh

Get a **** whipped

You **** need pads on the back

You bitches need therapy, not a BBL or a fucking man

Treat a hoe like her fucking dad

Left once, told her I was coming back

Trust me, I ain't fuckin' coming back

Only reason why I spend a bag, cause I know I'm finna get another bag

Heard you tryna put your city on the map Homie, you gonna need another map

They was tryna get me cancelled, didn't work out, get another plan

Two women, I'd never call a bitch

That's my mother and my other half

I'll be damned, **** don't make me laugh, **** don't make me mad

If I land, it's probably gonna make you sad

Probably gonna make me brag, probably gonna get you slammed

My pen is probably gonna make you fan

Probably gonna make me M's, Probably gonna be your end

Aye, money stuffed in the cargo, pulled up with the gang

Supposed to be a party, now this bitch a car show

Got weed mixed with the Pablo, some dope dealers like narco

Some athletes, Iheanacho

She was vegan, untill I stuffed my meat in her

Now that bitch a taco

We was really at the bottom, now we on the way though to the top floor

I was born for this shit homie, like I'm John Snow, huh, huh

I was born for this shit homie, like John Snow, the Apollo

Aye, I told this **** that I'll be damned, huh

I'll be damned, **** don't make me laugh, **** don't make me mad

If I land, it's probably gonna make you sad

Probably gonna make me brag, probably gonna get you slammed

My pen is probably gonna make you fan

Probably gonna make me M's, Probably gonna be your end