Uh, ah, ah

Ha, ah, ha (yo smoke that shit Jack)

Ah, ha, ha (2, eight)

Ha, ah, hm (ugh, not again)

We up on the earth, I've been hittin' synthetics, I'm fuckin' up pounds of Ktwo

Dos bitches only date two, they tryna hate on me, so I'ma get back and I'ma hate too, woah

Black eye lookin' like he got a tattoo, fuckin' so hard, got it feelin' like taboo

She swallow nut, she addicted to cashews, rappin' so good they gon' make me a statue

My acapella go crazy, my .20 keep talkin, my pockets are (hm)

My pockets too loaded, the velcro don't work, brought five of us in and we makin' it hurt

She lickin' my shit like a mothafuckin' Dum-Dum

Her IQ too low that her head got me so dumb

This ice on my neck is too cold, yeah I'm so numb

Yeah bitch, I'm so done, the way you been givin, don't want none

I stack all this shit, I'ma serve on a platter, I got all of these yards, yeah, go long

And no, I won't answer your phone calls, I just had a 40 piece somewhere near Madison

And now they be thinkin' I'm Brunson, mm, mm, mm

Bron's son, not Bronny James, bitch, I be Bryce Young

The way I be rockin' the .9, nobody want heat, thinkin' I'm Carolina Reaper

Yeah, I'ma go deeper and push it up harder, my dick in her tummy, posted on her femur

Bitches too pussy all up in these streets, I think that I run this shit, rest in peace Von

I feel like I'm Aubrey, cause if they keep talkin, I'll pull out my Drake and they would end up gone

Fuck on that- (agh), fuck on that- (agh), fuck on that- (agh), fuck on that- (agh)

They tryna see me fail, but two years later they see me debunkin' that

Fuck on that- (agh), fuck on that- (agh), fuck on that- (agh), fuck on that- (agh)

To make it big, I'ma rap me a hit, then release that bitch and put luck on that

Stealth talk, now we gon' lip lock, sneakin' around her man, like a cheetah

Heater, it's too hot in this bitch, gotta take my shirt off and all these bitches want me now

Man down, call an ambulance, not for me now

Pipe down, told lil' bitch he too small, pipe down

Chopped shit, everybody laugh, you a damn clown

Gotta try harder if you comin' for my damn crown

Man up, told that bitch he gotta man up

Keep sayin' my name, it's gettin' my demands up

Hands up, caught you red-handed, suckin' straight dick

Might've even caught you on on camera with your hair up

Square up, you is too pussy, brought randoms

Condoms, bet your dad really wish he had some

Handsome, only thing described by your grandma

Ransom, like I'm Lil' Tecca, I gotta 'TEC' now

Huh, huh

Huh, huh