[Intro]
Grr (Whew)
Ah
Woah-woah (Hah, hah), woah-woah (Hah, hah)
Woah-woah (Hah, hah), woah-woah (Hah, hah, phew)
Woah-woah (Hah, hah, tlrrt), woah-woah (Hah, hah)
Woah-woah (Hah, hah), woah-woah (Hah, hah)
Grr (Fee)
[Chorus]
Niggas, they mad at my swag (Woah-woah), they keep tryna scratch my paint (Woah-woah, scratch my paint), yeah, yeah
I can just point out the haters (Woah-woah), I did everything that they can't (Woah-woah, I did what they can't)
My niggas, they leanin', (Woah-woah), no, not off the Henny, um, more like Tank (Woah-woah, I'm more like tank), yeah
I'm good in, like, any city (Woah-woah), I pull up a bulletproof tank (Woah-woah, score, skrrt)
[Verse]
Woke up this mornnin', eat salmon today (Woah-woah)
If you ask how I feel? Yeah, I'm doin' okay (Woah-woah)
I got some homies you don't know about (Woah-woah)
If you ask me about Long Beach, it's not in L.A. (L.A., woah-woah)
I don't give a fuck if you talk about me (Woah-woah), and I will not respond if it's not 'bout no pape' (Woah-woah)
They thought I would fall off, I'm blowin' up, Taliban (Woah-woah)
Homeschool my son 'cause I'm scared of the Columbine (Woah-woah, shh)
I'm in the fiеld, could've got picked on Combine (Woah-woah)
My Glock hold 18 'causе it's from the '99 (Woah-woah)
All my bitches, they be cheerleaders, pom-pom (Woah-woah)
Went shoppin' in New York like I was in Milan (Woah-woah, what? Ah)
Don't talk, I just spent me a quarter, can't drop dimes (Woah-woah, what?)
Double dare, 2000, I'm screamin', 'Free Slime" (Woah-woah, what?)
I'm not no regular rapper, a phenom (Woah-woah, what?)
Her pussy so good that I fucked the girl three times (Woah-woah, what?)
Fuck the state trooper, I run from the city cop (Woah-woah, what?)
Fuck with the other city, girl gon' Diddy bop (Woah-woah, grr, what?)
RP the 10, the Percky is too litty, yeah (Woah-woah, what?)
PO on my ass, so I got the Benny, yeah (Woah-woah, phew)
Pop me a Benadryl, feel like Benny the Butcher (Woah-woah, yeah)
Niggas, they pussy, they punks, Ashton Kutcher (Woah-woah)
Do what I want, I'm not tryna think 'bout what I coulda' (Woah-woah, just say it)
Say what I want, 'cause I never was "Woulda', Shoulda'" (Woah-woah)
I make her bed rock, I'm from the gutter, gutter (Woah-woah)
I'm from the trenches, that mean I got twenty mothers (Woah-woah)
I'm from the ghetto, that mean I got twenty brothers (Woah-woah)
Just 'cause I got twenty brothers and twenty others (Woah-woah)
I only trust like, um, five of them (Woah-woah)
Even with prescription glasses, ain't findin' 'em (Woah-woah)
Stevie Wonder even know no one findin' somethin' (Woah-woah)
Her pussy so tight that it ate the whole condom up (Woah-woah)
Fuck a hook, nigga, yeah, I'ma keep goin' (Woah-woah)
Just like the wind, yeah, I'ma keep flowin' (Woah-woah)
Fuck the adrenaline, gone off endurance (Woah-woah)
Fucked a lil' foreign right in a foreign (Woah-woah)
I got a sport contract every time tourin' (Woah-woah)
Niggas, they broke, I'm like, "What is you doin'?" (Woah-woah)
Bitches, they swear they faithful, but they whorin' (Woah-woah)
Every time I leave a bitch they heart pourin' (Woah-woah)
I like my bitch slim like a Jim (Woah-woah)
Go in Dover Street wearin' Phillip Lim (Woah-woah)
Dover street don't even sell Phillip Lim (Woah-woah)
Every girl in Dover Street know I'm him (Woah-woah)
But I'm not greedy, only need one (Woah-woah)
Won't say her name but close to the sun (Woah-woah)
I'm not Nick Cannon but I got the drum (Woah-woah)
Came with the switch but I'm grippin' Tommy, Tom (Woah-woah)
[Chorus]
Niggas, they mad at my swag (Woah-woah), they keep tryna scratch my paint (Woah-woah, scratch my paint), yeah, yeah
I can just point out the haters (Woah-woah), I did everything that they can't (Woah-woah, I did what they can't)
My niggas, they leanin', (Woah-woah), no, not off the Henny, um, more like Tank (Woah-woah, I'm more like tank), yeah
I'm good in, like, any city (Woah-woah), I pull up a bulletproof tank (Woah-woah, skrrt, woah)
[Outro]
Woah-woah, woah-woah
Woah-woah, woah-woah
Woah-woah, woah-woah
Woah-woah, woah-woah