Ok uh yeah

Ok

M-U-L-A that's heem ok

P-R-I-N-C-E ok

Can't forget the 4BP ok

Running laps on these Detroit beats ok

I'm the hottest in this bitch, it ain't no competition

I know I said that shit before, but shit I really meant it

I been killing society, I'm a fucking menace

Going BACK2BACK on beats, we ain't got a limit

Ah shit damn here we go again

Slapped a goofy **** just for tryin to sell me fake Xans

**** if he owe me better pay me, need my check advance

Brodie steady playing with these drums like he in the band

Told the bitch, I only want your head, you can keep your pants

I only want your bread, why you trying to kiss and hold hands

Told me it was smoke, why the fuck you trying to shake my hand

Posted on your browser, got my bitch trapping only fans

Uh big whips taking up the fucking intersection

Big sticks, it ain't for show, it's just for protection

These **** listen when I'm talking like it's Hey Alexa

What I be saying affect the city like the mayor said it

Ayy, I like my money in all blues, I guess I'm kinda racist

Pocket full of hundred bills, I ain't into changin

Only fuck with bad hoes and they ain't nothing basic

Slidin around in SRTs, I ain't into breaking

Uh took the chain off **** neck, I guess he kinda naked

Heard these **** pillow talking, guess I'm kinda hated

I was starving now I'm not, I guess I kinda made it

Picasso on her face, I guess I'm kinda painting

Ayy, he said it's smoke, we gon pull up like it's Uber Eats

I got heavy grams on these Cubans, this shit cooling me

See me up in person, now he acting like he cool with me

You **** only popping on the gram, y'all ain't fooling me

Uh it's just me, myself, and I ain't no opposition

And these **** is Pebbles, so I ain't rocking with him

You ain't worth my bullets, I'll sock a ****

Pack punch, he eating sack lunch through a straw ****

It ain't hard to tell I'm him, I'm really official

It ain't hard to tell we got it, this shit beneficial

The tops of whip when we slide, really presidential

You **** clicking up to haters, got me feeling special

Uh we got stars up in the roof, that's with us recording

We the stars up in this bitch and that's really important

My **** got on foreign kicks, he had em imported

I got a bad foreign bitch always calling me gorgeous

Aye can't compare me to your ****, I'm very important

I can't conversate with ****, they really informants

This F&N will have you gone, deported and escorted

Brody sending shots at opps, he really into scoring

I don't give two fucks, think I'm from the Clan, I got BlueBucks

You stuck, all your **** dying, get your crew dug

The whip a four door, but can't get in, bitch I'm couped up

She sucking on my noodle man I'm in here getting souped up

And today the Weeknd, so she finna show the Crew Love

Can't show your boo love, I ain't Boo'd up, I ain't Ella Mai

In the stu with Marty Mula, check the records yeah we getting paid

Throwing haymakers BACK2BACK on beats like we running fades

They can't fuck with us

On my mama

Bitch