[Intro]
Is that shit still on?
It's okay to be yourself
You could be whatever you wanna be
You think I care what these niggas say about me?
You think I care what these bitches say about me?
They the same bitches that wanna fuck
That's no bap
Check my—check my shit man (No bap)
And these same rap niggas be the same rap niggas that be like—in my, in my—tryna get a song (Yeah)
(Bugz Ronin, he gon' run it up)
And I'll never do a song with y'all bitch-ass niggas
Let's go (Phew)
[Chorus]
Young nigga be on that devil shit but I still go thank God (666)
Yeah, I almost went federal when I was holdin' my fire (What?)
You think I give a fuck what you say about me? I beat the odds (Yeah)
These niggas wanna beef with me but I don't say nothin' 'bout it (Nah)
Just two days later he end up with his white tee tie dyed (No cap)
My lil' bitch just got her body done, I bought it for her (Yeah)
You say you better than Lil Uzi? Nigga, go ahead, try (Try)
Bitch, I sell so many P's
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm still gettin' high (Still gettin' high), and I don't smoke no weed
I'm just high off that contact, 20K for five P's (Yeah, bitch)
I got this one bitch wearin' shark boots, can see you got knock knees (What?)
I cut a bitch off like last week 'cause I'm with Givenchy (Last week)
I told my girl, "Go get a new nigga", 'cause he is not me (Let's go, nah)
If she try to get another nigga like me, he carbon copy (No bap)
Better get a nigga from the hood, mayday, copy? (No bap)
Met that bitch right in the club like I'm Jacquees (Jacquees)
I'm so bold, all my chains on with a bankroll (Bitch, woah)
I'm in LA, spent a hundred-K at Rodeo (Let's go)
My bitch hate my guts but still gon' do what I say so (Come on)
Punta Cana coke, better than Turks and Caicos (Woo)
Got a nigga killed, did a show, I don't lay low (Nah)
Pink diamond in my head, made me feel like Thanos
Ever since I started gettin' money went 'bout my way, ho (What?)
Put that Drano in the work, mm, they know (Phew)
[Chorus]
Young nigga be on that devil shit but I still go thank God (666)
Yeah, I almost went federal when I was holdin' my fire (What?)
You think I give a fuck what you say about me? I beat the odds (Yeah)
These niggas wanna beef with me but I don't say nothin' 'bout it (No bap)
Just two days later he end up with his white tee tie dyed (No cap)
My lil' bitch just got her body done, I bought it for her (Yeah)
You say you better than Lil Uzi? Nigga, go ahead, try (Try it)
Bitch, I sell so many P's, bitch
[Verse 2]
Like I own QC (What?)
But I'm Roc Nation 'til death, mhm, like shoutout Jay-Z (Yeah, hey, Roc)
Shoutout Dez, shoutout Gordo and shoutout OG
When I drop my album they ring the alarm, like my name Bey (What?)
All my diamonds white but in the sun, they blue-ivy (Let's go)
I know you wanna be what I'm on but fuck nigga, you not me (Yeah)
"How many years have you known Hov, Uzi?", prolly like four (Like four)
You've known Jay-Z for ten years but he gave me more (Hahaha)
Don't think he did that off no motherfucking favoritism, bitch (Yeah)
Just because my music lit, my algorithm
My loyalty way stronger and he know I'm with it (He know I'm with it)
Droptop Cullinan, it's bulletproof and it's still tinted (JFK)
I ain't the president of 1600 but I'm the lieutenant (Yeah)
Basically, what I'm sayin', I can still get you bent (Yeah)
So much money in my pants that I caught a cramp (Caught a cramp)
I do Ramadan, I don't do no Lent (Do no Lent)
Balenci' way too regular, Skoloct ain't got no lint (Ain't got no lint)
The choppa got monkey nuts, so my AR prolly a chimp (Grrah)
I love all my bitches, nigga, 'cause I'm a pimp (I'm a pimp)
You don't get no bitches, so you'll say I'm a simp (You don't even get it)
Every time she wear SKIMS, she think she really Kim (She think she Kim)
Every time in Maybach I don't even think it's a Benz (Don't think it's a Benz)
I 'member him from way back, he really thought he was him (Thought he was him)
I've been getting two different checks because I'm they and them (I'm they and them)
Yeah, fuck nigga
[Outro]
It's just that easy, like
And when I say it's easy, easy breezy, like, you know
And—I don't be on no funny shit, like, I still fuck with all my niggas
And you can't even go to your hood, but I can
And—I'm good anywhere I go, like—
Not even on no tough shit, but I'm just letting you know, like—
Niggas respect my hand when it come to this shit 'cause they know I'm about that
Oh yeah, free Thugger, bitch
Phew-phew, yeah
