Time for my pockets to get Bigger than Phineas' face Ou ay Thought I was stuck on a bitch But I'm just stuck in my ways Back when I'd balled my fist Never knew just what to say Ay ay Now I just silence my lips Laugh my way off to the bank Ou Bitches stay doing the most I know that they just want attention Same dude who always try boast The same one who's livin' in misery Same dude who up in my mentions How does it feel? Look at me tryna give props Like the kid just gon' forget Tryna tell your friends we're cool Back the fuck up off my dick Please save the room for your bitch Probably assumed that I'm rich And I let her think it, Better, cuz then when it happens it ain't new People telling me I'm better and better I tell em bro "I already fucking knew" Tryna add into the group Bitch dont be so fuckin stupid If you ain't up in the stu With me, Do not think we're fuckin cool I need 4 or 5 rooms For my motherfucking crew If you doubtin if its you Then it probably isn't you Shout out to the fuckin Coo I just hopped up in a coup Jayden droppin' down the roof In my bag like school Man, look, she sayin she don't wanna fuck me And I just heard her friend tell her that she really do Looking on better times God removing what aint mine How the fuck you wanting signs, See the shit, then hit decline, Wonder why you in decline? Ay ay I'm next, God-blessed, achoo Please do not fuckin test Big ref throwin techs at you Ain't no need to fucking flex on you Ay Don't be countin up the favors Middle finger to the haters Ou ay Copy me if you need flavor Just give credit to the maker Sauce dripping when I cater Say she's willing and she's able Bend that ass up on the table, uh Jeff Hardy from the top rope Boutta Swanton Bomb into your Sable Cover up guap with confetti I need more and I got plenty I don't like to eat a yeti Leep it smoother and its edi Love when bitches gettin petty Lemme know they isnt ready I've been fetishizing Going incog Pick a bad broad In a Nascar Feel like Brad Pitt, white guy with the dad sauce Ay, dad sauce I'ma problem like math talk Feel like Kane with the mask off Novacane-baby, ass soft When she leaves she tell her friends baby he menace had me do the crab walk, Way he kept da baby swangin it felt like the dance comin from the Jabwocks I'm doing numbers in different cities Shout out to you if you fuckin with me And tell your dude he not fuckin with me If he think he is well then he's fuckin trippin I am 23 and boy, he scotty pippen Mad his thotty girl is what I'm probably pimping Sheesh sheesh Probably some more things that I'm forgetting Don't tell me what I need to hear Say what the fuck you gon' say Ay, ay Promise my vision is clear Shit ain't gon' get in my way Ay, ay I'll do this shit in a year I'll do the shit in some months Bad bitch knows whats up Talking reckless to me so I think her throat is probably what I'm finna fuck And I do not think my shit stink Why these always thotties always miss me Bitch please I move faster than a six speed Turn the beat to fuckin mince meat You are not shit, no Might record it with a go-pro While your girly suckin slow mo Even suckin when there no mo Gotta tell her thats a no no Please don't tag me in your photos Cuz you probably gonna know hoes I've done fucked and then I go ghost Royal shoulder I'm the the prince King of the city I'm really legit Gimme a penny then witness it flip I need respect and im gone demand it Don't give me dap I might leave you stranded Don't think we're cool just because your man is Stealing the crown like a fuckin bandit