作词 : Jo-Vaughn Virginie/Demetri Simms/Antonio Lewis/Erick Elliott
 作曲 : Jo-Vaughn Virginie/Tyler Dopps/Demetri Simms/Antonio Lewis/Erick Elliott
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They say I'm criminally underrated
Top 5 (Nah), more like the ******* greatest
Can’t compare me to nobody
'Cause nobody flow got it
Speak up on the kid, so highly
How the **** did this ***** doubt me?
We can go there, we can talk about it
Ask you ****** where you ******* found me
I go cash a check then I catch a body
I'll go kill a rapper then I rap about it
I’m a beast, got the whole family behind me, we deep
How the whole team is elite?
How? ***** don't act like you don't know
I got to get to the-get to the dough
I really hope you get everything you praying for
Even if that thing you praying for, my downfall
Amen, hallelujia
I say I'm number one, you say delusional
I woke up like **** that humble s**t,
I'm on my rumble s**t
Winners talk about winning,
Losers talk about other s**t
You never get what you deserve, just what you negotiate
You want the bag, I want the safe
Click, clack, nobody safe
Clap, you look like fashion
And my verses be like rapping glass
I'm on the Highway to Hell,
I count my sins then laugh and crash
I see God, stuffed a hundred grams inside the sandwich bag
Want it all,
So fat it's busting through the rubber bands
I want rubber bands, so I always bounce back
Counting up this money,
With the pistol in my right hand
They can act up, We gon' push this s**t back, back, back
I want rubber bands, so I always bounce back
Counting up this money,
With the pistol in my right hand
They can act up, I’ma push this s**t back, back, back
I’m a little bit different, see
My visual, delivery spiritual
I'm not who you want me to be
I am who I am, s**t believe I’m the one
I'm back on my bully, my taxing is fury
Ice out the jury, too bad they can't hear you
Connected, we smoking
Your ***** we checking while on Tequila
Need a bag with a body like Megan The Stallion, s**t
I love me a diva, young ***** stealing my ceiling fan
We looking to feed it, nah
I'm working like Jesus
We are too noble, Meechy not leachy
Zombie the logo
Justice a no-no
I spent some years on the road (Huh)
Think it’s time I come back home (Huh)
Brought that money like a coat
Come into the jungle, ready for the bro
Every single summer, ***** let it off
If there's any interest, then I pay the cost
Know these rubber bands, closer to the grams,
I put that on Yams
I might get a Porsche (Yeah)
Feed me diamonds, free medallions, expensive dye
And what's bad for it?
I gotta ask for it but you scared to buy it
Humble flex, I get crazy vibes
When I'm stressed, I know they ain't surprised
That's a cool shirt but it ain't the size
When I go berserk, I get lynched on site
When I'm in my feels, I blow a bag tonight
I want rubber bands, so I always bounce back
Counting up this money,
With the pistol in my right hand
They can act up,
We gon' push this s**t back, back, back
I want rubber bands, so I always bounce back
Counting up this money,
With the pistol in my right hand
They can act up,
We gon' push this s**t back, back, back
Shut the **** up, see
Shut the **** up
Shut the **** up
Shut the **** up
Shut the **** up, bum ass *****
Haha, yo, Bum ass *****, Bum ass *****