[Intro: Rich Brian]
(Bitch, I do my dance in ninety-nine ranch)
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yo, uh-huh, yeah, yo
A metaphorical wizard, a metaphorical blizzard
These metaphors is better off cuffed and locked in a prison
Ain't any bodies can take on antibiotics
Anybody can be a body or be a homi' in the wrong position
Diagnostic, I'm so high, fly on a higher octave
Toxic, eyes wide staring at the apocalypse
Sippin' from pearl goblets, with gold droplets
The cover that I write in my tablet is all ostrich
Songs of elegant psalms that I call my hostage
Harmonica plays with a xylophone and pays homage
Exposing fake theories in the quantum physics
Jails with morе blood on the floor than a Compton visit
That's why I play in the clubs, lotta girls and thugs
Wu-Tang, thought I was a kid the way I play with plugs
Don't undеrestimate the power instead you should bless the cape
Barbershop talk, ask around I'm in the best debates
[Verse 2: Smino]
Damn, heard you still calling a deal
Your A&R went AWOL so you ain’t dropping for real
Man down, spent your whole budget on cribs in the hills
And called it work but nothing to show but a bitch
You crashed out, Cold bossa nova and pill
No clothes are from hoes that dispose you to thrift at the Real, that how it get
Going hard to dine in the yard with all the Afrobeat broads, you don’t ever record
I made a sacrifice around the time I couldn’t afford a sack of rice
So when I got it blowing like a saxophone with bad advice
A tragic life to live, where false perception get the hoes excited
Plus you sold the rights to all your writing, spent it all on ice
And no cake, with all that icing
What you gon' do next? Pawn shop pricing
Rich song 'cause my dick long and they drive crash
Tired of you niggas, on ya neck, I’m on your ascot
Proud of my nigga, he got out and kept his nose clean
Hold my brother down, I’m standing ten until my toes sting
Pretty girl from PG county got me in a choke, I mean
If she on my mind, she ain't just fine, she the dopamine
ISSI on my body, call it Amy, 'cause ain’t I?
Can’t get on my plane so they complaining, they ain’t fly
Hate because they money ain’t straight, pockets gay, hah?
Fake it 'til they make it, niggas AI, fuck it
[Refrain: Smino]
Shrooms (Shrooms) drugs
Tell 'em Zero gang in the club (In the club)
Tell 'em Wu-Tang in the club (In the club)
Lemonade chain, pucker up (Pucker up)
This world (This world) corrupt (Corrupt)
But it don’t mean shit to fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Just tell me where we meeting, nigga floor it (Nigga floor it)
Bitch couldn’t believe it was us (Us)
This world (This world) corrupt (Corrupt)
But it don’t mean shit to fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Tell 'em Zero gang in the club (In the club)
Tell 'em Wu-Tang in the club (In the club)
[Verse 3: Rich Brian]
Ayy, lil Baby so magnetic like a door stop
Tipsy off the 4th shot, fuck a happy end I'm not the one to plot against
Pissin' off the D.O.P, I'm never switchin' for the lens, you be rappin' for the hoes
I'm a steadfast never change the vision for these lame ass
Y'all be gettin' baked but I'm just posted where the cake at
Batter, batter, batter, gunnin' for that four letter
Is it milli' or the mammal? Your pocket in need of scandal
My pocket is safe, I got no fear in my heart, I'm paid in the land of the brave
She don't ever dress up but except when she go to the rave
Rappers never rappin' on the beat 'less it's drownin' in bass, but move in your pace
I paint a picture, you just spreadin' a propaganda
Rocket been takin' off and she gave me a proper landing
I went through hell and back still never sniffin' no dandruff
I don't got all my answers, you livin' off advances
And you takin' pride in the gimmick, uh, only for the paper while I fly into the premise
Fashion Nova love you 'cause your album full of fillers
The hype done got you gassed your fans decreasin' when it simmers, uh
But it's not my business
