(They was on some shit That I wanted to be on) (And when I got on that shit) (I got on it and then surpassed them) (And they was just lost in the sauce) Bitch (I'm like) (Damn, how the **** you gone) (You ain't even practicing What you preach my nigga) (The **** is you doin'?) Haha Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Oh my Hmmmm Oh my God No way! Huh? Go 'head Go ahead put it on I'll be kickin it back And then watch it from my futon Rolls Royce Two Tone She givin me head She get my mind blown '**** is you on He went in right there And got his brains blown Said "Wassup big hoe" "I see you stanking right there Let me buy you a damn cologne" (Damn) (Even your ****ing breath Stink bitch like) (You got me out of the spot like racing) (This shit is unbelievable like) (You got me racing out of the spot Like I'm ****ing Charles Leclerc) (You know like, what the ****?) (Yeah I just popped a pill) Go ahead behold We drippin' right there But this shit aint Vlone BiG R2, hoe We geekin' right there At the place you can't go At the goddamn top floor Vetements jeans I feel like D Lone **** a bitch from Moscow I slid it right in And the she froze my dick out You talk too damn loud I was standing right there And your ass just froze out Too damn down bad A ****ing hundred bucks Made you cross your best man **** your damn clout Thinkin' you the shit Cause you walk with some "Yes Men" Bitch I boss out You fake your counterfeit To make you look like a henchmen (You hate on a nigga...) (I don't understand Why you hate on me, nigga) (Show love, nigga...) (It don't cost nothing To show a nigga love) (Show a nigga some love, nigga) WABA DEE DABA DEE (Niggas out here don't love me) Go ahead behold We drippin' right there But this shit aint Vlone BiG R2, hoe We geekin' right there At the place you can't go At the goddamn top floor Vetements jeans I feel like D Lone **** a bitch from Moscow I slid it right in And the she froze my dick out