[Intro] Bullet Okay, I kick up on that ni**a like I'm Sanji Okay, I kick up on that ni**a like I'm Sanji Okay, I kick up on that ni**a like I'm Sanji (Yo' Cochise, a weh dem a seh?) Yeah, yeah (Bullet) Yeah, yeah, uh, uh Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah (Bullet) Yeah, I tell 'em, tell 'em, yeah, uh [Verse 1] Wanna know what I know? Uh GBE, I glo, uh Wanna make bread? Let's go, uh Wanna talk bread? Let's go (Yeah) No, I cannot, that boy doing the most Shawty she talking, she doing the most Talking 'bout hit it, but I gotta ghost Talking 'bout spread it, but I ain't no toast That boy, he dirty, I know he need soap And I know that he broke and he getting no gloat And your wifey just saw me, I know that she soak Had to cover 'em up, I ain't talking 'bout coat Had to cover 'em up, I ain't talking 'bout loc I get up my money, I run in a boat Put my foot on they neck and I know they gon' choke Feel like NBA YoungBoy, I'll never go broke Humina, humina, humina, uh My mother call me a son of a, uh I got the money, I'm coming up, uh I'm the one served me a hundred bar, uh My money come from the backend I do not care who you are, I'ma tax him No, I don't know who you are, I won't tap in I had to wake 'em up 'cause they was nappin' Sing on that beat like my name Toni Braxton I got the five on me just like a Jackson I had to wipe 'em up just like a napkin I got a shorty, I don't need no mackin' I had to get on the boat, woah I had to get to the goal, woah I had to run me a goal, oh I had to make me a GOAT, woah Give him a pass like I'm Iniesta You want some Raf and I want a Tesla I'm in your home, boy, I'm a big stepper And I dunk on your dome just like I'm Chris Webber Forever I'm home, no matter the weather God on my side, he making me better Wake in the morning, I'm getting this cheddar Whip in the kitchen, ain't talking Griselda I got the Breath of the Wild like Zelda Your shawty buff and I'm calling her Helga I got that bank on mind like a teller Jesus protect me just like an umbrella He got the one in the head, a Beretta I'm on 2K in the rec with a center I had a teacher, his name was McKenna I don't like Britney, ain't talking 'bout Renner [Chorus] I got the kicks, they on me like Sanji (Uh) I got the kicks, they on me like Sanji (Uh) I got the kicks, they on me like Sanji (Ooh-wee) My shawty cute and she mean like she Nami (Ooh-wee) [Verse 2] I got that bullsh*t [?][1:37], ayy (Yeah, yeah) I'm in the house like it's Kame, huh (Yeah, yeah) I'm at the top of Gudabi (Yeah, yeah) Shawty, she talking 'bout top me (Let's go) That boy he hate me so much, he wan' rob me I had to pitch, just pour for a homie I had to grow up and stop wearing Tommy I had to stack up a K for my mommy Tell that ni**a, "Get the bleach, wipe it off, wash your body" Get it off, go home, tell me, don't tell nobody I got the pump, point at your body Pull out on me, pull out that shotty Catch a lil' body, all of 'em naughty I know he dead, bust at his noggin All of my ni**as, we kill with no choppas, yeah