(Each verse has different Male MCs) [Verse] Yeah, oh, I'm ill I'm about conceal, whippin' the wheel, hands on the steel I mean a Bentley, yes, I'm for real Steppin' in Thames, steppin' in Timbs, your bitch is with me I go by B, or you could call me, "Troy, " bitch What are we doin'? I got a homie, boy, he with the sticks What are we doin'? I got a homie, boy, he with the bricks I got a homie, he don't exist, what are we doin'? I got a homie who is a snitch, that ain't the one I got a homie who hit a lick, it ain't my business I'm finna get back on the road, back to the stove Packin' the packages back in the pole This shit a massacre, action, go Gon' call me Mastercard, goin' platinum and gold So, like the titanic, I'm about to go sink your boat And if you don't like it, you could let me know But, really, though, man, I'm the illest on the beat Bitches go crazy, but my name is Mr. T Lookin' at me, tell me what you see One of a kind, on my shit, it's on me Like a Bible, it was all prophesied Like a God, you could never step aside All hail to the one, the Messiah It's isaiah, this shit is do or die, yuh [Verse 2] Ayy, ayy Uh, hold up, let me switch the tempo Got them lookin' like they were on death row Got 'em scared, call me Freddy, let's go Murder everybody in the whole game The fuck is a Drake, that shit sound lame That's a word to Drake, I mean no disrespect We can go toe to toe, man, who got next? That was just a flex, the master of finesse It's all about the Benjamins, nothing more, nothing less Put it to the test, I go and place my bets I'm ballin' like the Brooklyn Nets, yes All my shit is global I'm with all my locals It's that boy hit mob shit Go and get a closeup Bitch, I'm 'bout to blow up I'ma go bananas, I don't even need the promo Like it's '99, I'm hangin' with my people Goin' so berserk, I'm feelin' like I'm Goku Super Saiyan, man, I'm flyin' off the shit On some new-new, all the bitches on my dick I don't even need a switch, my flow is lit [Verse 3] Ayy, Ayy Flip the bottle, truth or dare, is you lying or you scared? Run up, surprise, like a bear, and then I rise in the air I'm out this world like Buzz Lightyear He like, "Who, what, where?" We on this block, bitch, right here Let that thing spin like a bottle, had him wobbly Know my opps don't get no bread, these n****s gluten-free I was sliding with a model, say she do OnlyFans But I can't get her on my OnlyFans And that's a bummer, a real bummer Yeah, I thought she was a keeper, but I had to glove her She say she got it from her mother, her and her brother Two of the finest muthaf***as I done seen all summer Mm-mm-mm, they do not make 'em like that anymore N***a, my dog been dying to go Been talking my ear off like Daxter, like, "What is you waiting for?" Can't find me? I been in the city like Nightcrawler Pop out with them sticks, one stick, Harry Potter This shit'll never end, hell nah, like Run-D.M.C And I'm already him, so tell me who you is Don't make me spend the block again I mean, we already did Mm-mm-mm, they do not make 'em like that anymore [Verse 4] Ayy, ayy, yeah We back at it Uh, look, I mean I told my mama we the chosen Please forgive me, Father, I'm a goblin in the moment We done hit the top, but I still don't feel like I've shown it 'Cause you know it's not 'bout where you at, it's 'bout how you goin' Uh, got it, huh, God as my opponent It's not in my persona, I lie in California I coulda tried to go to the islands of Arizona My life a fairytale, I might fly to the Oompa Loompas I be with my dogs, I'm not talkin' to Pomeranians Not in conversation, 'cause that dog will really slay you You will get popped, have you swimmin' like a navy You think I'm Biggie Smalls, but I'm comin' out of Vegas And that boy got so much paper, got him wonderin' where the maid is And he stay on the mic, and he startin' to think he Akin And he been doin' right, but he startin' to think he crazy They thought it was a joke, but I wasn't even playin', for real I been off the 'Gram, I been coolin' with my fans I been puttin' in the work, ain't really worried 'bout a trend And these boys been sellin' out for a couple of bands It don't really make sense, it don't really make ends I don't need the biggest fans, I just need the best ones I just need my real friends, all the rest is extra And if I put it in the can, then you know it's really next up
