Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)I’m smokin’ tarantula (Yeah)Bae gave it to me (Haha)You dig? Yeah, hold up, hmI’ma pull up so lit, I just might crash, dawgLet me take this Balenciaga mask off to ask y’all, “Who asked y’all?”Cita told me to stunt my ass off, and that’s allBop-bop-bop-bop-bop, he was a good cat, my bad, dawgDon’t put no K after that B, boy, bad call, that’s flag talkFuck around and knock your flag off, I had toI wore a Gat’ before a tattoo, I had toAs a matter of fact, I had twoNo cap, I’m on the capsules, I done relapsed, booBut I been on my feet since Cinderella lost her glass shoeThat cash blue, but I’m still seein’ greenI’m in the bathroom, and I’m peein’ leanMy bitch a vacuumI told her, “Keep me clean,” it seems sereneI’m a badonkadonk and bikini fiendI just need a queen that ain’t scared to fuck a Stephen KingI used to live next door to Drake and Momma DeeAnd Lisa Dee on Eagle StreetHow I go from bars on the screen, though, to the TV screen?Don’t ask me, but never change the channelGucci flannel, Gucci socks, Gucci sandalsGucci teddy bears, and pandas, not fakePropaganda ’bout to blow out the candleMy lil’ ho out Atlanta, got a ho out AtlantaWith a ho out Atlanta, she a ho out AtlantaWe get it, it’s the same in each cityMy bitch dance better than P. Diddy’sAnd ever since the pandemicThey don’t wanna let Drake out of CanadaI been screamin’, “Free Drizzy”I know bae trust my vision but don’t want me to see prisonSaid, “I can’t make no promises, either leave or come visitBut leave the keys to your heart next to your soul and your spirit”Some see graffiti as art, some could see hoes to be womenBut I’m the greediest shark amongst the ocean of killersI put you six feet deep, I’m bein’ socially distantNina Ross on the hip, the .44 is my mistressExtra shots, extra clips, ain’t talkin’ videos nor vixensJust come and see about it, bitchTunechiAyo, I am the star in any room that I stand inI am the standout, you just my stand-inThese bitches copy my homework, that’s what they hand inThat’s why I’m private like the airports I land inLife is a beach house, don’t let the sand inI ball in any arena, go let the fans inI should go cop a new jersey, that’s word to Camden
These bitches’ time tick-tockin’, better stick to dancin’I D&G the wallet, my money tall and brolicBig-ass backyards, just so Papa Bear could frolicOne Margarita pizza with Parmesan and garlicThese bitches thirsty, I can see why they alcoholicsAin’t gotta ever talk about it when you are about itJust bought a new car, not to drive it, but to walk around itJust call me Nicki, cock the blicky, the Minaj is silentBrand new vanilla Maserati, I been Häagen-Dazsin’He call me solid even though I’m drippin’ water dietBig booty stickin’ out, my Daisy Dukes’ll cause a riotThese bitches still my sons, who could ever deny it?My packs hit different, who could ever supply it?No one bitch could be my opp, that shit offends meIt’s corporate giants and machines that went against meI wash bitches, man, they couldn’t even rinse meShe said she hot, I said, “Well, bitch, come and convince me”Ain’t no C in green, but I’m seein’ greenEven with them floor seats, they couldn’t see the teamThe K-I-N-G, the G.O.A.T., plus me, the QueenI send shots, send ’em back or flee the sceneYou know, one of the perils of makin’ money isYou can afford to be dramaticY’all some drama queens, for realIt’s all good, thoughYou now tuned in to the biggest, everYMCMB, Tunechi Lee, Young Angel, Young Lion, manY’all boys get on a track with Onika Maraj, and y’all still dyin’Man, wassup? We in this bitchThis ain’t gon’ be the first time that I do numbers on two crutchesSeen more plaques than toothbrushesUntil I’m at the pearly white gates, I gotta move somethin’, do somethin’All meetings happen in person, so they can’t prove nothin’Known her eight years and still fuck her like a new husbandTryna run a country like Putin one day, but who’s rushin’, who’s bluffin’? For realWho you huggin’, who you wanna be lovin’?I play forty-eight minutes on a torn meniscus, who’s subbin’?El Chico luxury, wanna see my niggas ball so bad, I started up a leagueFuck with me, you niggas can’t trouble me from the DoubletreeStep your suites up, I get Oliver to set the beats up2021, I had to wet the streets upYour girl was better in the mornin’ like a slice of pizzaThat’s when I had to hit her with the, “Nice to meet ya”You niggas think you doin’ damage, you just hypin’ me upFace who? I could see a wall of y’all, all of y’all and run straight throughTrust, it’s all fun and games until I wanna play tooAyy, dios mío, the ice is frío on the Jesus, it’s bringin’ me closer to GodI’m already close to the mob, I’m already known as the G.O.A.TCould try and get close, but you won’t, I already packed the garageNone of these shits is a Dodge, none of this shit’s a facadeNone of this shit’s a mirageThought I was seein’ things when I was seein’ green6 G-O-D, CMB, yes sir