text: Woah
  Im in this bitch like ayy, damn
  Im in this bitch like ayy 
  Im in this bitch like ayy 
  Im in this bitch like ayy
  Im in his bitch like ayy
  Ima need me a minute before I walk in, ayy
  Ima need me a bitch before it turn ten, uh
  Ima need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in
  Rappin around town and Im downtown
  Big boy gat, I dont back down
  Talkin big shit, I got a sack now
  Fuckin bad bitches, Ill blow a bitch back now 
  Woah
  Im in this bitch like ayy, damn
  Im in this bitch like ayy
  Im in this bitch like ayy 
  Im in this bitch like ayy
  Im in his bitch like ayy 
  Back to the bando
  I Tokyo Drift like the sample
  When shit wasnt sweet and so simple
  When it was just churches and candles
  We aint have no Turks and no Caicos 
  No fresh pedicure for the sandals 
  We learned how to pedal, no handles
  Back when we traveled, we trapped and we peddled right front of the Santos 
  Like who wanna match? Im runnin the maps
  I run it like laps, they runnin in last
  I might overlap and wont double back cause my past is my past
  They all from my path and part on my back
  She wanted a bag, wanted some Raf
  Mines came with a name, hers came with some change
  We want the same thing, lets not get offtrack 
  Im up in that bitch skatin 
  My wrist alone is the Ritz, Im sayin 
  Super Saiyan blonde, her lacefront on 
  Nigga, dont make me wait too long 
  Flippin rates of that Grey Poupon
  I play you food for all
  My bitch watch VH-1, first sixty days, RuPaul
  She been around Tyler way too long
  Um
  Its young T and he be that boy
  I talk death, but I dont like guns
  I talk love, but I dont got none
  They talk charts, but they dont got one
  You got a stage, then its one-point-one for one hour
  Niggas came second to me, they so sour
  Had a slow climb, thats why they all doubt em
  And still came out on top, now thats power 
  Fuck they respect, I wont miss a step, I wont intercept
  The tip of my tongue, I still got my soul and still got the check like
  Bling, bling, bitch, I feel like Juvie
  Raw as fuck, bitch, I feel like sushi
  Watch Blank Face and feel like Groovy
  Neck lookin like a thot in labor
  But its goin up like its an escalator
  Boys goin down like Titanic sailor
  Yachty here and him from Decatur
  Flacko freer than a Costco plate of them samples, nigga
  Im ample, huh
  When that suit come on, I throw a tantrum 
  Thats Igor, Igor, he a hot potato
  Yall small fries for example, nigga, um
  Dont run with the ride-a-long, nigga
  Im a catalog, Im a human Adderall
  Little ass bitch, nah, you aint in my category
  Unicorn rare, better put a saddle on, nigga
  Yall rappity-rap, yall critically claimed, they gassin you up
  I went to your show and took little nap 
  Thats why we not in the same bracket of tax
  Im that nigga, bitch
  I did it all with the passion, Im a god in this fashion
  Niggas tryna fit in with their arms in the jacket 
  Had to pull myself together like its all elastic
  Got the heart of a dragon, Im a star, call me Patrick
  Heard the bitch was talkin shit, so I caught him in traffic
  Im the type to walk in your house and shit on your mattress
  , ugh
  Im good, you could take it all away 
  Im God, you follow me cause I know the way 
  Im in Philly and we all fly 
  If we dont got the whip, we do the walk-by 
  On your new picture, we archive 
  If we cross paths, leave you cross-eyed
  Had to slap a bitch, chose the wrong side 
  Mob ties, bitch, you get hog-tied, you chose the wrong side
  Mrs. Whack, I love your flow, nobody rhymin like that
  Had to clean out my trunk to put your mom in the back
  The cops pulled me over, they dont know your mom in the back
  Big Whack makin niggas take permanent naps
  These hoes cant rap, they need a permanent pack
  I aint fuckin with you boys, need the cervical cap
  Okay, Im bored
  Okay, Im tired
  Sleepy, huh
  Yeah, I dont wanna be like nobody else 
  Lookin so good, I might rob myself 
  Realize I gotta hide the wealth 
  Told bro its okay to be rich and stealth 
  Twenty-two, I might go fuck a MILF 
  My two assistants both white as milk 
  Maybach, inside came soft as silk 
  Put a bitch on the molly, now she tilt
  This bitch been killed, built like a crushed can
  Makin rap friends more sketch than a white van
  Billionaire Boat, more freedom than a white man
  Fuckin on a bitch and she sound like a hype man
  Lookin for a fly nigga, Im what you type in 
  Been counted out since I could count 
  Got a public and a private account 
  For my bank and not my Insta, bitch