Yo bitch she got on my letterman
Bitch I ain't comin' in
I could go on if you want
Why you so generous
Rapping so effortless
If this was battle I just fuckin' won
Yeah, I'm on adrenaline, ain't no comparison
There ain't no other me, I'm the one
Lil' bitch you want handouts
You bum, I got fans now
Yeah, I'm on a killin' spree, on the run
Lil' bitch, I been livin' it up
Been makin' some hits
And I'm finally makin' this guap
Bitch I've been chasing these chips
Don't need me a chick
All these fuckers want smoke they want pop
I'm finally getting the bag
Yeah, fuck a tag
And I'm getting my momma whatever she wants
Maybe Chanel, YSL, or some Louis Vuitton
You fuckers lose and I won
Turnin' 19 today
Nothing was ever the same
Got me feeling no ways
I'm getting there day to day
All of these chips that I'm tryna chase
Yeah, I'm just tryna stay in my lane
Makin' these hits so I'm makin some bank
What do you want?
You got something to say?
Don't fuck with no hoe
'Cause these bitches be fake
Yo bitch she got on my letterman
Bitch I ain't comin' in
I could go on if you want
Why you so generous
Rapping so effortless
If this was battle I just fuckin' won
Yeah, I'm on adrenaline, ain't no comparison
There ain't no other me, I'm the one
Lil' bitch you want handouts
You bum, I got fans now
Yeah, I'm on a killin' spree, on the run
Yo bitch she got on my letterman
Bitch I ain't comin' in
I could go on if you want
Why you so generous
Rapping so effortless
If this was battle I just fuckin' won
Yeah, I'm on adrenaline, ain't no comparison
There ain't no other me, I'm the one
Lil' bitch you want handouts
You bum, I got fans now
Yeah, I'm on a killin' spree, on the run