(Hook)
b**h I'm riding with my squad
Middle finger to these haters pointer finger at you thots
I don't f** with none you opps
b**hes grabbing on my co*k
While I'm grabbing on the game and sh** I put that on my pops
Run up on me Ima pop
They was thinking 'bout excuses I was thinking out the box
They was thinking I'm gon' stop, b**h I do not give a f**
They was all laughing all at muah
Ha Ha
Now I'm on top
Ha Ha
Now I got guap
Ha Ha
I won't stop
(Verse)
I don't pa** like quarterbacks
Tried to run that sh** by me and man they f**in' caught a flat
Boy I'm only 17 so how's that number for your stats
Go to town right with your b**h and I ain't taking a cab
You know I be in the lab
Used to look at me and laugh
Ha Ha, now you in last
Ha Ha, now I got cash
Don't work at delta but boy I got gas
Oh man this sh** just happens so fast
2 months ago I was rapping in cla** now these pages be writing got internet buzzing thousands on my plays and I ain't even ga**ed
Ha Ha
Sipping slow, not concerned about my health
Got a mirror on my ceiling b**h I look up to myself
Popped up here like ta da da
She ain't in-sync then it's bye bye bye
Haters keep talking I hear blah blah blah
Hit the shmoney dance like ah ah ah
Ha Ha Ha
Laugh to the bank, doing everything they told me I can't
Sorry grandma be sagging my pants 'cuz these hoes in my pocket no room for my hands
I might go thriller at my shows
I'm Bryson Tiller with the hoes
Tyson money Ima blow
This the life I f**in' chose
She Kehlani with the tits, new wave I'm sunami with the wrist
Skrtin' in the whip lane done switched
Lookin for the kid find me in this b**h
Got one shot, stupid heat boy yeah I'm dumb hot
Got more bread than lunchbox
Money counter sounding like a gunshot
(Brr) with the jumpshot
Boy you on the bench like a bus stop
(Hook)
b**h I'm riding with my squad
Middle finger to these haters poiner finger at you thots
I don't f** with none you opps
b**hes grabbing on my co*k
While I'm grabbin on the game and sh** I put that on my pops
Run up on me ima pop
They was thinking 'bout excuses I was thinking out the box
They was thinking I'm gon' stop, b**h I do not give a f**
They was all laughing all at muah
Ha Ha
Now I'm on top
Ha Ha
Now I got guap
Ha Ha
I won't stop
(Verse 2)
Got ranks on me
Bub in the trunk got the drank on me
Tryna roll up I got dank on me
Girl I got bank you can bank on me
Oh man all the hoes love on me
All my old foes now stuck on me
Remember all the hoes used to dump on me now they jump on me
Tell em' run up on me
Ima hit em point blank
Ride the swagger like a f**in' tank
Swear to God I'm sharper than a shank
Hear about me losing then you probably getting pranked motherf**er
Louie belt Polo tee for the swa*k motherf**er
Boy I'm a goon
Want more gold than motherf**in' tomb
Pull up all black like a motherf**in' groom
Metro to the city then I blow up like boom
I ball real, see all my shine to you an ordeal
Girl let me know how a f**ing call feel
I could treat you right show you its all real
Got em all who doubted me like oh my
Haters so low so I stay so high
Baby if I asked if you love me don't lie
I ain't type to watch my time just go by
'Cause I'm sippin seeing triple in my vision
I f** triple on these b**hes add some zeros on my digits
Tryna strong arm me
But I'm not alone got a strong army
Hater you ain't nothing
(Hook)
b**h I'm riding with my squad
Middle finger to these haters poiner finger at you thots
I don't f** with none you opps
b**hes grabbing on my co*k
While I'm grabbin on the game and sh** I put that on my pops
Run up on me ima pop
They was thinking 'bout excuses I was thinking out the box
They was thinking I'm gon' stop, b**h I do not give a f**
They was all laughing all at muah
Ha Ha
Now I'm on top
Ha Ha
Now I got guap
Ha Ha
I won't stop