Copy, pasting all my styles in the bag

Like I got the common sense to be a dad

It's a new, new thing when it's used

Look at me, now you got me saying"What the fuck I do?"

Back into my zone now, I'm deadly, just admit it

Music blasting, turn my phone down, they don't wanna hear it

When I'm sitting on the throne cloud, I can see the hatred

I don't wanna be the home clown, got too much potential

Put on my back, chat

**** lookin' like a rat

Hit the high hat

That's a fact, no cap

Hit 'em wit' a baseball bat

Bat, whack, slatt, ah

Don't have time for that

They don't wanna rap

Speeding off in the Jag, I'm allergic to that

Little kids playing tag, tag or not, that's a wrap

Yeah, they wanna get a number for the fucking bag

Get it cold up in the summer, got me feeling rad

Try me, then you gon' buy it just for the fuckin' clout

Them married **** be talking, shut up, I'll fuck your spouse

They running, running, and running, running they fucking mouths

Can't see the hatred, hatred is something I see around

Copy, pasting all my styles in the bag

Like I got the common sense to be a dad

It's a new, new thing when it's used

Look at me, now you got me saying"What the fuck I do?"

I'ma see about it, I'ma see about it

Wanna see, oh my gosh, that's a wishy-washy

Drop the top, fuck the law, we ain't ever 'bout it

Too much information on me, you ain't even got it

Fuck the cops

We don't stop

We on top

The beat drop

Ice I got

Demon Hop

I don't play no games when I say it's not

Copy, pasting all my styles in the bag

Like I got the common sense to be a dad

It's a new, new thing when it's used

Look at me, now you got me saying"What the fuck I do?"