I move like the boss of the game, no other opps remain

I feel like a delegate, bitches been off the chain

I already copped me a queen, I handle her delicate

Ignoring the cost of fame, just doing my thing

I'm noticing everyone loving it, base jumping off the plane

I feel like Saddam Hussein, ignoring the rhetoric

I get ahead of the situation, those **** be talking big

Call em Noah Lyles, my profit been propagating

Money flying like badminton, but I ain't playing around

**** do all the talking, but get hella quiet whenever the J around

But you bit off the hot shit, like a jalapeno

It's too late to save em now, lil' bitch

Bitch, quit all that line in your text, I don't even hear it

Who the fuck you trying to impress? I don't even care

**** talking out his neck, like you ain't never scared

I be everywhere you say you be, and you ain't never there

You say that's your bitch, that ain't your bitch, my ****, knock it off

Have her in the bed, bussin shit, sound like a chopper dog

Every time you late up on the rent, she gotta top me off

So know I ain't talking bout the whip when I say the top come off

The fuck these **** talking bout, I made a bag off pen and pads

Ain't no switching lanes, we still the same, life just been moving fast

I got a vision, switch the pack, gone cop a stick and a couple mags

Game is still the same, we getting rich, I know that make em mad

Got two glocks up in the whip, and we on your side of town

**** talking reckless, we gon' load em up and hunt em down

What the fuck's protection, if we on you, that's a hundred rounds

Dog, my best suggestions, get to duckin til it's settled down

It's too much money out here for you **** not to get it

Trying to stack some digits like a phonebook getting printed

Coming to collect like you ain't paid rent a center

I be thumbing through a check, that ain't enough to become a villain

I need a watch and a chain, I need a thot and a mane

I got a Glock and it bang, hundred round chopper, no aim

Little **** ain't know that I been strapped, TNT when I blow, better get back

Only time you talk tools where the wrench at, man you **** ain't balling where the bench at

I ain't one of them jokers, my ****, you see me, I'm singing this shit when I grip the stick

I really don't play, ain't no contemplating when I hop in the whip, then banana split

Because all of my apes on gorilla shit, we be posting in street with banana clips

Ambushing, they screaming and panicking, **** be walking the sky but ain't Annekin

I ain't repping no gang, but I stay in my lane, woke up to pressure and Prada, I'm true to my frame

All of these **** just wanting to sing, it's really insane

I'm moving bucks like my name Dame, down long range, got great aim

Play the long game, gotta maintain, you gon' keep it a hundred or make change

Like the four bitches trying to break out, I'm about to set it off

Like fireworks off of July, about to let it off

I don't care how much the plug hit me with, I'ma get it off

Me against whoever, ****, I'ma bet it all