First things first, I hate all you n***as
I will beat the commercial breaks off you n***as
The drip different, there's nothin' worth takin' off you n***as
Once that pressure on you n***as, I'll off you n***as
Uh...No bitch got the addy to my hideaway
I leave 'em watchin' 'coz I don't give 'em the time of day
A n***a busy, I got money on my mind today
If I ain't got it, I'mm'a take it or I'll find a way
Uh...Always hearin' that I'm lookin' fly today
All black, dressin' like someone gon' die today
I suggest you n***as stay in line today
Because I'm lookin' at my plans and I got time today
Heart stone cold like Austin
In ya crib shit flippin' like a dolphin
Jaw jack, get ya jaw jacked
If you dodge that, then it's all claps
And I'll do it 'til I'm exhausted

Do dat shit, do dat shit, do it (x3)
Do dat shit

You know the difference between you and me? Flow and jewelry
"Flyest n***a ever" will be written on my eulogy
And between you and me? There's a big gap between you and me
Don't see you retreat, then your receipt is a 223
Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr -- knock, knock, Daddy's home
Died inside, every now and then I'm out the catacombs
The one ya momma talked about when she said leave that man alone
Everything I kick is hard, I walk around with fractured bones
Deontay Wilder with the right
You wildin' if you think there's someone wilder when they write
Get the mop or get mopped like janitor duty
Bitch I'm nasty, that's why they happy to choose me, right?
Shorty say she want my name on her butt
Butterflies in her stomach after rearranging her guts
Rude boy, only givin' y'all memories and dick
Treat 'em cold so they sick, but I still got 'em singing like
Do dat shit, do dat shit, do it (x3)
Do dat shit

I've been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on
You can stunt if you want, and yo' ass gon' get rolled on
9 in your face, your hands up sayin' "Hold on,"
Put 9 in your shirt, your fam sayin' to hold on
I'm on a power trip, everybody goin' ghost
I pop up for the bread, break fast if I'm holdin' toast
Been the wrong one to run into (brrrrt)
Crack ya melon wit' ya shorty just to find out what'd ya honey do (right)
Checkin' n***as what I love to do
Don't be chattin' behind my back, then freeze up when I'm confronting you
Or it's a hand round ya neck and a squeeze, grip hard to let go
Like I'm still so in love with you
Wallet full of presidents, mind full of memories
Clip full of hollows 'coz my life full of enemies
You ain't my lawyer, I won't answer if you question me
The master chef that doesn't share the recipe
They singin' like...

Do dat shit, do dat shit, do it (x7)