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Basically everyone askin', do I got a classic?

I'm droppin' another one this year

**** do well under pressure, but I'm bringin' pressure

I'm 'bout to go dumb or some' this year

Ballin' like T-Mac in '04 when he played for Magic

The number one gun, I'm in tenth gear

**** still tryna be gang, but lil' ****, you random

And, ****, we know that you big weird

Whole lotta gear

Whole lotta, whole lotta ammo

Navy SEAL boys, all camo'

Playin' the piano

Sosa still playin' in my Lambo

Feelin' Trap Soul, goin' Rambo

You nerdy-ass, geeky-ass ****

They talkin' that shit on the Mac while we up in the bando

Livin' rent-free in your head while I'm eatin' my snacks

And I'm fuckin' your bitch in my sandals

These ****, they weird as a bitch

I just told lil' bro we don't fuck with they kind, I ain't answerin'

These rappin'-ass **** keep hittin' me

Askin' for features, but brodie, this shit is unflatterin'

Got a big-headed bitch, she imaginin'

Stats too high, this shit is staggerin'

Walk through, mute the fuckin' chatterin'

Tool go gra-ta, end his fuckin' gatherin'

I took a chill pill, I'm feelin' amazin'

Smokin' so loud, I'm a regular patient

Movin' around with a Glock like The Matrix

Please watch what you say 'cause this shit can get dangerous

Okay, this choppa don't miss, it ain't aimless

Ay, lil' brodie, chill out, boy, it's hella surveillance

Smokin' on gas, big pack in a spaceship

I'm that **** this year, I'm just makin' a statement, whoa

Basically everyone askin', do I got a classic?

I'm droppin' another one this year

**** do well under pressure, but I'm bringin' pressure

I'm 'bout to go dumb or some' this year

Ballin' like T-Mac in '04 when he played for Magic

The number one gun, I'm in tenth gear

**** still tryna be gang, but lil' ****, you random

And, ****, we know that you big weird

I'm too rich

Clearly, girl, I'm too sick

Woke up mad, tryna get him hit

Fuck that talkin', ****, what's his zip?

Like damn, he pissed

Tryna shoot the boy, damn, he missed

Bought her OnlyFans, damn, he simped

Finna fuck around and bust my wrist

Choppa for lunch, bitch, we servin' up dish

Light skin lil' bitch tried to suck on my dick

I'm exhausted, I'm holdin' a ton my wrist

Ksubi jeans got me feelin' a hunnid and shit

In the party with Poudii, we huntin' and shit

Bought my mama a house, havin' fun with this shit

With Lil Frosty and Tomi, we blunted and shit

Movin' in tune when the money make sense

Need the front and the back or I ain't comin', lil' bitch

I'm takin' off, you knew I wouldn't stay

I'm still a rock star, I feel it in my veins

I asked you voluntary, did you forget that day?

Oh yes, of course you did, that's why I'm MIA

Rocket ship in a whole 'nother space

Basically everyone askin', do I got a classic?

I'm droppin' another one this year

**** do well under pressure, but I'm bringin' pressure

I'm 'bout to go dumb or some' this year

Ballin' like T-Mac in '04 when he played for Magic

The number one gun, I'm in tenth gear

**** still tryna be gang, but lil' ****, you random

And, ****, we know that you big weird

Whole lotta gear

Whole lotta, whole lotta ammo

Navy SEAL boys, all camo'

Playin' the piano

Sosa still playin' in my Lambo

Feelin' Trap Soul, goin' Rambo

You nerdy-ass, geeky-ass ****

They talkin' that shit on the Mac while we up in the bando

Livin' rent-free in your head while I'm eatin' my snacks

And I'm fuckin' your bitch in my sandals