Uh

(Hahaha!)

Holy shit

Yeah

The phenomenon

Rawest **** out, God damn, I forgot to put a condom on

The fall of Troy was contained in the horse

They wanna know what's on my head, a couple bands like I'm LeBron

Money is the motivation

But you would never catch me paper-chasing, I make it run for me

Like your nose in the winter, they switch up like Jenner

And wonder why they getting none from me

Still that same kid playing Yu-Gi-Oh!

Y'all be on some Amber Rose, finger in the booty hole

Ball so hard, yeah, I met **** like you before

Bet you still coming up short for that Rudy role

Push 'em back like cuticles, my cue to go

Kousteau, want a Hublot a few below

Te gusto my new flow, your funeral

Open casket, a bastard like Rufio

Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm that motherfuckin' captain (Captain!)

I be snapping like a bitch (Bitch!)

I want pennies for my thoughts

Until I'm motherfuckin' rich ('Til I'm motherfuckin' rich)

Had that Nelly "Country Grammar" (Yeah)

Used to bump that Ludacris

I probably forgot the words

But all them songs are still my shit, shit, shit, shit

Nostalgia, don't let it falter (Uh)

Do what you love, wedding ring at the alter

Write my own destiny, I am the author

My momma swear that I looked like my father

My momma called me to tell me to call her

Damn, she know that I hate it

She doesn't cuss, but I work on these placements

'Cause I wanna hear her say, "****, we made it!" ("****, we made it!", haha)

Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah (Yeah, cap, cap, cap)

Yeah, woo! (Cap, cap, cap, cap, cap)

I'm that motherfuckin' captain

I be snapping like a bitch (Bitch)

I want pennies for my thoughts

Until I'm motherfuckin' rich ('Til I'm motherfuckin' rich)

Had that Nelly "Country Grammar" (Yeah)

Used to bump that Ludacris

I probably forgot the words

But all them songs are still my shit, shit, shit, shit

"Cheerio", when I get to London

"Bonjour", when I get to France

Got these hoes on my voicemail, got these labels on my email

Like, "Hit me back when you get a chance"

Nah, ****, fuck your advance

What's a milli' off rip? Rather own my own shit

I'm a semi with a grip, never fire off hip

Umpire with the— uh, Mark McGwire when I hit, yeah!

Yeah, umpire (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Umpire with the— uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Umpire with the— uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Mark McGwire when I hit, yeah

I'm that motherfuckin' captain (Captain!)

I be snapping like a bitch (Bitch!)

I want pennies for my thoughts

Until I'm motherfuckin' rich ('Til I'm motherfuckin' rich)

Had that Nelly "Country Grammar" (Yeah)

Used to bump that Ludacris

I probably forgot the words

But all them songs are still my shit, shit, shit, shit (Ayy, ayy)