[Verse 1] :
Young a** man with a cold a** flow
Spit a fire verse, let my nuts hang low
So I go hard in it like I'm tryna bust a nut
Putting points up,man,I'm Kobe in the clutch
Pulled up to a club, looking for a good time
Met a fly young thing, man, she's way too fine
Had me thinking would she take it if I gave her this wood?
Bad little thing and she's up to no good
But that's none of my business, like I sip sweet tea
I just street sweep rappers with my deep sixteens
The boy has the vision, 46 inch screen
Watch a hater lose his mind as I finesse this beat
Steady on the come up, pre-ejaculated fluid
But they never saw it coming, I'm the best to ever do it
Demeanour so humble, yet the lyrics is the rudest
Cause I spit the type of flows that makes an ice cap fluid
This game is a hustle, boy, you rappers still clueless
I studied every GOAT, and you rappers still foolish
Don't ever look at me like I might not do it
If a n***a try to test me, I might just do it, but
I keep a peace of mind, like diplomatic decisions
The lyricism the illest, n***a, so check my condition
Overdosed on prescriptions, I'm comatose when I'm lifted
My Gambino so childish, man, I'm just verbally gifted
Flow forever switching, man it's 300 degrees
These rappers don't understand, I've got them under my feet
I got it popping like a joint that's right under the knees
These rappers barely scratch the surface, but I'm under the sea
A couple n***as fade, they don't have what it takes
Some things never stay the same, look what happened to Drake
Man this sh** is forever, dawg, I don't rap and decay
So if I put out a tape, hope you can handle the weight, bars