I don't get the hell I hate, you should rejoice and celebrate

Hating or just spitting facts, the difference you can't separate

Bitch, I'm on one air day, the fuck I look like second place?

Run around in circles for nothing, I got a check to chase

I've been cruisin' down the interstate, rollin' like a renegade

People tell us, slow it down, we gas it up, accelerate

Dreams that get your money, wake up to an empty dinner plate

Blowin' on that sour wine, sippin' on this lemonade

On this lemonade, on this lemonade

(On this lemonade)

While I'm sippin' on this lemonade

On this lemonade, on this lemonade

(On this lemonade)

While I'm sippin' on this lemonade

They say I'm slowin' down too soon to tell

That truck kick up, that roof to tell

Hatin' cause I'm movin' well

I am the bang, I shoot to kill

Country rap is corny

All this gimmick shit we used to sell

Rap for rap, get on the track, I turn this bitch to URL

Cruisin' down the interstate, say my name, you been afraid

Sweet as that some lemonade, been gettin' this since second grade

That choppa say she down to fuck, consensually I let it bang

The game wrapped around my finger just like a wedding ring

And we ain't had to get engaged

My bitch ain't even Saturday

Some people fake as shit, they actin' different when they in your face

So fuck em, I'ma set em straight

You hungry? let me check your plate

380 bang, you David Blaine, you'll levitate

I've been cruisin' down the interstate, rollin' like a renegade

People tell us, slow it down, we gas it up, accelerate

Dreams that get your money, wake up to an empty dinner plate

Blowin' on that sour wine, sippin' on this lemonade

On this lemonade, on this lemonade

(On this lemonade)

While I'm sippin' on this lemonade

On this lemonade, on this lemonade

(On this lemonade)

While I'm sippin' on this lemonade

They point and stare and watch me, probably want a carbon copy

But it's awfully hard to mock me, I'm too cocky, fuck it, stop me

Speak too blunt, I don't mean pot leaf

But if it's smoke, I'm blowin' broccoli

You been takin' from this side for far too long

It's time we pop him, I mean, I mean really

Drop him 40 plus with dental options, but he's playin' Billy

Badass like he's active, he ain't poppin'

He's just cappin', he's just rappin'

Mr. Big talk bout that action, tell them monsters, get, get at em

We can take it to the mattress if it's really what they're wantin'

With no warnin', we can swarm and

I've been waitin' for the moment

To knock em down like George Foreman, I insist that we persist

Not even pitch, just wanna show em all the fans you're lyin' to

Need to know your real motive

I've been cruisin' down the interstate, rollin' like a renegade

People tell us, slow it down, we gas it up, accelerate

Dreams that get your money, wake up to an empty dinner plate

Blowin' on that sour wine, sippin' on this lemonade

On this lemonade, on this lemonade

(On this lemonade)

While I'm sippin' on this lemonade

On this lemonade, on this lemonade

(On this lemonade)

While I'm sippin' on this lemonade

I don't give a hell I hate, you should rejoice and celebrate

Hating or just spitting facts, the difference you can't separate

Bitch, I'm on one air day, the fuck I look like second place

I run around in circles for nothing, I got a check to chase