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Aye Sharper than a lieutenant I step on the gas and the whip get to spinning I pay the rent with the shit that I'm penning You see me in Polo you know that it's vintage Fucking with Oli' you gotta be kidding Lil' homie let's get it, I spit it, acidic Foot on the pedal, I shift and I pin it I got me a scarf and it's Damier printed I leave you pussies embarrassed I'm making it rain, but I'm draped in Arcteryx I flew outta Tokyo landed in Paris Gon' look at my pinky that's 24 karats Roll up the spliff and I ain't finna share it I got some Gucci I don't even wear it I'm in my bag I mean it I swear it l ain't gotta say it I think it's apparent I think it's apparent, I'm really the G.O.A.T. I cannot fuck with these rappers they hoes Foot on the neck, Rick Owens Ramones I get a check and I spent it on clothes I took my wrist and I put it on froze I hear the beat and I get in my mode Cannot be touched when I get in my zone I need my pancakes à la mode Spark up the kush and I ash it I got lil' ponies all over my fabric, ayy I turn the mic into ashes some' like a dragon Diamonds be flashing, ayy Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids You all in the 'Gram with a stack full of twenties I jump in the foreign I pin it, I gun it I'm stuffing this blunt full of blueberry muffins, you bitch Yeah, ooh, ayy, yuh, what, gang, uh, yuh Ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, what, what Yeah, ooh, ayy, yuh, what, gang, uh, ayy Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, what, what I might be a little bit conceited My engine be screaming, my leather be heated Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T., I ain't finna repeat it I heard your lil' tape, you should go on and delete it Living my dream, yeah, my checklist completed Blue and yellow diamonds look like Vegeta You can't even see me like I'm Oli Cena I mean it, my team is yet to be defeated Smoking a wood and the flavor banana We out in the Caymans, we got a cabana, ooh Louis Vuitton on all my pajamas We pour up the Dom, you sipping the Fanta Yves Saint Laurent, I jump out the Phantom I'm throwing fits, yeah, my closet a tantrum I'm in some Polo, I'm looking so handsome Look at my roof and it go panorama Ash on my jacket, it's Stoney, you know it Got me a stack and I'm fixing to throw it I got a bottle, Edgar Allen Poe it It's snakes in the grass and I'm fixing to mow it Came out the water, I'm splashing, I'm flowing I'm all on the beach with my feet in the ocean Come for ya head, boy, don't fuck with the shogun I got these little rappers all in they emotions, uh I'm at the crib and I'm chilling, relaxing Boy, I'm your father, can't fuck with you bastards I get the mic and I turn it to ashes Roll up the Kush and I ain't finna pass it Out on Lagoon in my crib on the beach Spark up the blunt, got the sand on my feet Eating these rappers and eating these beats Like who let this motherfucking dog off the leash? Yeah, ooh, ayy, yuh, what, gang, uh, yuh Ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, what, what Yeah, ooh, ayy, yuh, what, gang, uh, ayy Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah, ooh, what, what