[Verse 1: ODarious]
Damn, ain't that some sh**?
She tipping on my dick
Then she asking for a tip
Like whoa
You swimming
And the p**y don't flip
Cause n***as take your life
If they hurt about a b**h
Not me
I hit it then rip it then quit it
You caught in your feelings
I swear I don't feel it
Got n***as that's trapped flipping work
On the sk**et
Get on my level
They don't know what sk** is
I'm throwed
They should probably throw me the throne
n***a carve my name on the stone
I should probably sit next to Ye
Stand next to Jay
Roll up a J
To the face
Yeah, I'm gone
To a planet
I planted inside of your hoe
I never tripped
They gon' be at my shows
I'm trying to eat and just feed all my brows
Raheem--GODDAMN
[Verse 2: Eli Rose]
I came through the with a fat stack
These hoes around like kat stacks
Yeah that's true facts bet it's true enough
True religions on so I bet she want love
She just, looking for a comma told the b**h nada
She heavy throw the coochie so you know a n***a caught it
But, but let him flex
Know that he a problem
Drop a 16 for all the beef and all the drama
It's like
n***as hate it when you more about it than 'em
Tripping over me and the loose change in they denims
f** it all I need is 8 lines just to end 'em
Throw a sub on a track right now and go and send it
I really love the hate though
I really still go f** with them fake hoes
But not if she dumb and she give a** throat
Cause if I slide the b**h might just end up in ma notes
Goddamn
[Verse 3: Brendan Bennett]
Pull up, fire in the spliff
Yeah I hear em talking, but they quiet when I spit
Man these b**hes love Brendan know they tryna get the dick
But I'm heavy off the pill and still tryna get lit, so-
Tell wood pa** the Captain Morgan
k** they whole album and I just rapped the chorus
And while ya'll just trying make some stacks performing
Your b**h was in my lap performing
And she said I'm so fine I could smash a Mormon
(Word?) Pardon me I'm puffing on the Exxon
Laughing at these motherf**ers think they next on
Swear my only competition is my next song
Oh no, now they, in their feelings
Now they hate the kid, probably paint me as a villain
Try to wet me up if I ever make a million
But f** em