eah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm smokin' tarantula (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Bae gave it to me (hmm) Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You dig? Yeah, hold up, hmm I'ma pull up so lit, I just might crash, dawg Let me take this Balenciaga mask off to ask y'all, "Who asked y'all?" See, they told me to stunt my ass off, and that's all Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop, he was a good cat, my bad, dawg Don't put no K after that B, boy, bad call, that's flag talk Fuck around and knock your flag off, I had to I wore a Gat before a tattoo, I had to As a matter of fact, I had two No cap, I'm on them capsules, I done relapsed, boo But I been on my feet since Cinderella lost her glass shoe The cash blue, but I'm still seein' green I'm in the bathroom, and I'm peein' lean My bitch a vacuum, I told her, "Keep me clean, " the scene serene I'm a badonkadonk and bikini fiend I just need a queen that ain't scared to fuck a Stephen King I used to live next door to Drake and Momma Dee And Lisa Dee on Eagle Street How I go from bars on the screen door to the TV screen? Don't ask me, but never change the channel Gucci flannel, Gucci socks, Gucci sandals Gucci teddy bears, and pandas, not fake Propaganda 'bout to blow out the candle My lil' ho out Atlanta, got a ho out Atlanta With a ho out Atlanta, she a ho out Atlanta We get it, it's the same in each city My bitch dance better than P. Diddy's And ever since the pandemic They don't wanna let Drake out of Canada I been screamin', "Free Drizzy" I know bae trust my vision but don't want me to see prison Said, "I can't make no promises, either leave or come visit But leave the keys to your heart next to your soul and your spirit" Some see graffiti as art, some could see hoes to be women But I'm the greediest shark amongst the ocean of killers I put you six feet deep, I'm bein' socially distant Nina Ross on the hip, the .44 is my mistress Extra shots, extra clips, ain't talkin' videos nor vixens Just come and see about it, bitch Tunechi Ayo, I am the star in any room that I stand in I am the standout, you just my stand-in These bitches copy my homework, that's what they hand in That's why I'm private like the airports I land in Life is a beach house, don't let the sand in I ball in any arena, go let the fans in I should go cop a new jersey, that's word to Camden These bitches' time tick-tockin', better stick to dancin' I D&G the wallet, my money tall and brolic Big-ass backyards, just so Papa Bear could frolic One Margarita pizza with Parmesan and garlic These bitches thirsty, I can see why they alcoholics Ain't gotta ever talk about it when you are about it Just bought a new car, not to drive it, but to walk around it Just call me Nicki, cock the blicky, the Minaj is silent Brand new vanilla Maserati, I been Häagen-Dazsin' He call me solid even though I'm drippin', water diet Big booty stickin' out, my Daisy Dukes'll cause a riot These bitches still my sons, who could ever deny it? My packs hit different, who could ever supply it? No one bitch could be my opp, that shit offends me It's corporate giants and machines that went against me I wash bitches, man, they couldn't even rinse me She said she hot, I said, "Well, bitch, come and convince me" Ain't no C in green, but I'm seein' green Even with them floor seats, they couldn't see the team The K-I-N-G, the G.O.A.T., plus me, the Queen I send shots, send 'em back or flee the scene You know, one of the perils of makin' money Is you can afford to be dramatic Y'all some drama queens, for real It's all good, though You now tuned in to the biggest ever YMCMB, Tunechi Lee, Young Angel, Young Lion, man Y'all boys get on a track with Onika Maraj And y'all still dyin, ' man, wassup? We in this bitch This ain't gon' be the first time that I do numbers on two crutches Seen more plaques than toothbrushes Until I'm at the pearly white gates, I gotta move somethin', do somethin' All meetings happen in person, so they can't prove nothin' Known her eight years and still fuck her like a new husband Tryna run a country like Putin one day, but who's rushin' Who's bluffin'? For real Who you huggin'? Who you wanna be lovin'? I play forty-eight minutes on a torn meniscus, who's subbin'? El Chico luxury, wanna see my niggas ball so bad, I started up a league Fuck with me, you niggas can't trouble me from the Doubletree Step your suites up, I get Oliver to set the beats up 2021, I had to wet the streets up Your girl was better in the mornin' like a slice of pizza That's when I had to hit her with the, "Nice to meet ya" You niggas think you doin' damage, you just hypin' me up Face who? I could see a wall of y'all, all of y'all and run straight through Trust, it's all fun and games until I wanna play too Ayy, dios mío, the ice is frío on the Jesus, it's bringin' me closer to God I'm already close to the mob, I'm already known as the G.O.A.T Could try and get close, but you won't, I already packed the garage None of these shits is a Dodge, none of this shit's a façade None of this shit's a mirage Thought I was seein' things when I was seein' green 6 G-O-D, CMB Yes sir