Look, I’ll be honest it ain’t no competition
They say Lakeyah keep ’em pressed and all these hoes got offended
Keep a couple stripe shirts on my n#gg# I’m winnin’
Tryna take me out the game and we gon’ blow your whistle
Made it back there when we outta the states to make it triple
Let me upgrade you baby you still in the same position
You still runnin’ up a dollar
At this point you can’t get it
The difference between us b#tch is you chasin’ a bag I’m in it b#tch
Then I had my works up now I got my racks in
And beefin’ with you bum b#tches that was back then
I said five, four features b#tch I need ten
And b#tch I said that I’m the G.O.A.T. ’cause I really am
A pretty b#tch I talk sh#t ain’t gotta do much
I hit my n#gg# like a wood is it smoke or what?
I ain’t gotta put my hands on you b#tch you gettin’ touched
I’m goin’ crazy so these b#tches really know what’s up
I need me a bag I’m talking a big one
I still want you b#tches dead if I aim I’m gon’ hit one
Man I know these b#tches hate me and my comments goin’ crazy
Put some beef you gotta pay me who the f#ck am gon’ steal from
I’m the youngest in charge, 18 I’m a beast
I like designers and cars so I’m taxin’ a fee
Look I’m a b#tch but I’m hard and all your n#gg#s is sweet
He only up that sh#t with you so why he carry that piece?
But my n#gg#s some real hitters, we runnin’ ’round with tools out
Hit up in the party if she on spread the roomed out
Hang broke b#tches that ain’t me so we ain’t cool now
Student of the game but runnin’ laps around the school house
On God
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