Knock knock, kicking in the door like I'm Biggie Smalls
Triple B hoodie on, I'm the rap game Lonzo Ball
Bringing back the 90s, I'm the white Arsenio Hall
Stomping in my Timbs, break your legs so you gotta crawl
Flow like I'm from the Bronx, call me Ghostface k**ah
Spitting on an old school beat, r.i.p. J. Dilla
I ain't from H-Town but my rhymes are way triller
Your rhymes are dead like a zombie in MJ's "Thriller"
Whip cost 17.5, same color T-Shirt
Shouts out to Takeoff and the Migos, yeah they put in work
I stay reppin the Dirty South, but I ain't like Joe Dirt
When I leave my driveway, the Lambo make that skrt skrt
I'm like Run DMC, yeah I'm rocking superstars
Driveway on Justice League, got so many super cars
Ain't afraid to throw hands, yeah I'm always down to spar
Lupe Fiasco, yeah I got these battle scars
RiFF RAFF without the dreads, I coulda played for the Broncos
Got kicked off, coach said that I was too blanco
In this rap game, you a peasant, I'm the head honcho
Rari in the drive through, ordering a box of tacos
It's the white Ugly God, I'm a little bit cuter
Riding through your hood on a custom made Versace scooter
Meet me after cla**, teach you a lesson like a tutor
I'm best friends with Stephen Curry, yeah I stay down with shooters
New era Richie Rich, yeah I cook with Fiji water
You think that you are attractive but yo girl think that I'm hotter
50 Cent with the magic stick, no Harry Potter
Murdering all my foes, give me a beat and I can slaughter
Arizona's ScHoolboy Q, stunting in a bucket hat
Pockets on weight watchers, doctor says my wallet's fat
Got the pink polo on but I am not Kodak Black
Living in a fancy mansion, tell me what you know bout that