[ Verse 1: Alec Gomez ]
f** renting b**h I own it
Whippin' foreigns like it's stolen
Gold around my neck
Ain't no Chuck E. Cheese tokens
b**h I'm woke while they sleepin'
Mind goin' off the deep end
Insanity is settin' in
No pain but Imma need some sedatives
Drive-by's on your b**h a**
120 shots like I bench press
Money is my interest
And my girl is perfect
Spending money 'cause she worth it
Hunned bands on the purses
Making double from my verses
Got foreigns in the driveway
Bears by the fire place
Homies say they poppin' but they still ain't off of MySpace
I'm buying straight up f** a lease
Make a hater rest in peace
What they make in 90 years I spend a day on a Mona Lis(a)
You ain't f**in' with me
f*ggot you a kid, go and watch some f**in' Disney
You spend 60 on a quicky probably jackin' off to Nicki
You a loser ain't no shooter piece of sh** from the sewer
Agh
[Hook: Travis Scott]
What's next, depending how I'm tryna disrespect
Might get a gold chain and that's what's next
Yeah n***a what's next
Might have to go and see the vet
Cause I dogged my hoe for a check
Yeah n***a what's next
Tryna play both sides of the net
That's how you wipe out your whole set
Yeah n***a what's next, try to send a couple k**ers at my neck
If I die my hologram gon' flex
Yeah n***a what's next
[ Verse 2: Alec Gomez ]
f**in' f*ggots try to hate
Always try to imitate
But I got what they don't
Money, j**elery, p**y on my dinner plate
Movin' work up and down the interstate
Gotta say
Any day I'm gettin' money is a good day
Ideas
I got a lot of ideas
Lost in the sauce like I'm walkin' up at Ikea
Drippin' off the water
Drippin' off the water
You just mad 'cause I'm idolized by your daughter
What's next
Runnin' through the bands and cashin' checks
150 shots for any hater trynna test
Yeah yeah Imma flex
You now f**in' with the best
I come up on the track and talk a whole lotta mess
It's the G to the O to the M E Z
South side war gorilla ain't no f**in' with me
S God I'm heaven sent
All you f*gs irrelevant
New Age f**in' president
I'm the best that's evident
Agh
They say raise the bar sh** I'd rather raise the tab
f** takin' several shots Imma empty out the tap
Chasin' money green vision
Premonitions of me winnin'
I'm a connoisseur of women
She be on her knees no religion
I ain't give up on God
Other way instead
I tried to reach out but I got left on read
Guess that's the reason I've succumbed to the demons and I've just been scheming
Evil sh** in my head
(Enough said)
And I ain't stoppin' till I'm makin' Christians upset
"He said he's done with God!!" Yeah b**h and I ain't even done yet
Spittin' all this hell like I f**in' own the place
Mid-evil torture flow when I'm swinggin' with the mace
Uh
Blastin' with the hammers like I'm workin' in construction
Every night gettin' hammered on a road to self destruction
If you tryna flex then the Ninas get to bustin'
Ain't no talkin' there's no need for discussion
[Hook: Travis Scott]
What's next, depending how I'm tryna disrespect
Might get a gold chain and that's what's next
Yeah n***a what's next
Might have to go and see the vet
Cause I dogged my hoe for a check
Yeah n***a what's next
Tryna play both sides of the net
That's how you wipe out your whole set
Yeah n***a what's next, try to send a couple k**ers at my neck
If I die my hologram gon' flex
Yeah n***a what's next