Let that bass drop, they yelling Clyde here Soon as that ball drop, you know it's my year And soon as this tape drop, you niggas outta here Like a big ass bald spot on ya scalp was there **** counting shares, yo I'm playing for keeps Face me toe-to-toe me and walk away facing defeat Cause all these rappers claiming that they sick is patients of me And I'ma pull the plug while they momma waiting to see them I'm not kidding, my heart is cold as a popsicle My saliva's sick, I'm putting spit in the hospital If he talking shit, I put the kid in the hostility Thought I'd say hospital? my nigga, I'm not simple We killing the competition, preying on our enemies This is for them niggas that thought that they got rid of me Because I ain't been dropping fire as hot recently Well, bitch I'm back now and you niggas will not extinguish me Face facts, I been in the business of Benjamin spending in large amounts A$AP, Striving and prospering, that's what its all about Stay back, once you become an op, we cannot talk it out I'm way past, all of that bullshit that you always be talking about **** 2017, why are you stuck in the previous 12 months? Why do you sell drugs just because everyone else? Why are you jealous? I got 'em reevaluating self-love Like how his name Clyde and he ain't ever took an L once? But I don't give a ****, this my year, I'm finna live it up Sip 180 proof, everclear, it's in a sippy cup Now I'm hella drunk and tryna steer inside a Bentley truck So if I see the feds then Ima try to win a Piston cup (skrrt!) Guarantee they'll never catch my ass speeding Dont be flashing all them racks when its tax season Cause they'll blast you in yo back if you cash seeking Leave that nigga buried like he playing round in sand beaches Pull up to ya show, now ya fans getting amnesia Dropped my link below, now ya mans want a damn feature If he think I'm broke, up a band in ya hand If it's in ya pants; I cant do that shit but shit, he can't neither You niggas hams walking round with all them racks Robberies are real, people carry debit cards for that Ima keep it real, give a **** bout how you niggas feel You lie, cheat and steal while I'm out here trying see a mill And guarantee that Ima get it,, you just a parody, a lil gimmick Talk is very cheap and you a parakeet, so I'm shitting on you like a pidgeon Tryna compare to me is quite embarrassing, we can clearly see a big difference Just look at my digits, I dont gotta cook in the kitchen Cause I got em hooked on the bars and the hooks I be spitting A hook and a jab had him stuck in the grass and it took him a minute to get up They said you had gas? Who lied on yo ass? You just a whoopie-cushion sitter **** good intentions, I'm crooked & twisted You pushing the limit, I'm pulling them triggers And people keep telling me that I'm a dick I'm like okay- this what you pussies been missing