[Intro] Ah Look
[Verse] I could never be nobody number-one fan
Your first number one, I had to put it in your hand
You pussies can't get booked outside America for nan'
I'm out in Tokyo because I'm big in Japan I'm the hit maker y'all depend on Tough on record, in my city it was friend zone You won't ever take no chain off of us How the fuck you big steppin' with a size seven men's on? This the bark with the bite, nigga, what's up? I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook up Extortion baby, whole career you been shook up 'Cause Top told you drop and give me fifty like some push-ups, huh Your last one bricked, you really not on shit They make excuses for you 'cause they hate to see me lit Pull your contract 'cause we gotta see the split Ayy, the way you doin' splits, bitch, your pants might rip You better do that motherfuckin' show inside the bitty Maroon 5 need a verse, you better make it witty Then we need a verse for the Swifties Top say drop, you better drop and give 'em fifty Pipsqueak, pipe down You ain't in no Big Three, SZA got you wiped down Travis got you wiped down, Savage got you wiped down Like your label, boy, you in a scope right now And you gon' feel the aftermath of what I write down I'm at the top of the mountain, so you tight now Just to have this talk with yo' ass, I had to hike down Big difference between Mike then and Mike now What the fuck is this, a twenty-V-one, nigga? What's a prince to a king? He a son, nigga I get more love in the city that you from, nigga Metro, shut your hoe ass up and make some drums, nigga Yeah, I'm the 6ix god, I'm the frontrunner Y'all nigga manager was Chubbs lil' blunt runner Claim the 6ix, and you boys ain't even come from it And when you boys got rich, you had to run from it Cash blowin' Abel bread, out here trickin' Shit we do for bitches he doin' for niggas Jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked Spend it like you tryna fuck, boy, you trippin' Drizzy Chip 'n Dale, probably got your bitch Chanel I just got undone, boy, don't make me have to chip a nail Rolling Loud stage, y'all were turnt, that was slick as hell Lucky that your dawg lil' BM doesn't kiss and tell Hugs and kisses, man, don't tell me 'bout no switches I be rockin' every fuckin' chain I own next visit I be with some bodyguards like Whitney Top stay drop, your little midget ass better fuckin'- Ayy, better drop and give me fifty, ayy Drop and give me fifty, drop and give me fifty Niggas really got me out here talkin' like I'm 50, ayy Niggas really got me out here rappin' what I'm livin' I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I'm Ricky Can't believe he jumpin' in, this nigga turnin' fifty Every song that made it on the chart, he got from Drizzy Worry 'bout whatever goin' on with you and- (Uh) Ayy, shoutout to the hooper that be bustin' out the griddy I know why you mad, nigga, I ain't even trippin' I ain't even rappin' after this, I'm way too busy This for all the top dogs, drop and give me fifty, drop-drop And that fuckin' song y'all got is not startin' beef with us This shit been brewin' in a pot, now I'm heatin' up I don't care what Cole think, that Dot shit was weak as fuck Champagne trippin', he is not fuckin' easin' up Nigga called up Top to see if Top wanna peace it up "Top, wanna peace it up? Top, wanna peace it up?" Nah, pussy, now you on your own when you speakin' up You done rolled deep to this, it's not fuckin' deep enough Beggin' Kai Cenat when you not fuckin' beatin' us Numbers-wise, I'm out of here, you not fuckin' creepin' up Money-wise, I'm out of here, you not fuckin' sneakin' up Cornball, your show money merch-money fee to us I'ma let you niggas work it out, because I seen enough This ain't even everything I know, don't wake a demon up This ain't even everything I know, don't wake a demon up Drop and give me fifty, all you fuck niggas teamin' up What? What? Teamin' up with all of y'all, fallin' like some dominoes Bros turnin' hoes, dawg, like I ain't got enough of those I can't wait to see how far you niggas get to reachin' now This the closest thing you niggas gettin' to a feature now Backpedal gang 'cause a few of y'all been reachin' out Y'all drew the line, what the fuck we gotta speak about? Get your fuckin' head tapped, you niggas get to peekin' out You had a song for four years, drop that shit and shut your mouth
[Outro] Shut your mouth, nigga It's me twice in my Big Three, I had to leave you out Fuckin' dumb-ass nigga