[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not a rapper, I’m a writer
It’s a couple chefs in this game, and a whole lotta’ biters
[Chorus]
Fuck’s wrong with these niggas
Fuck’s to it
Fuck wrong wit’ ’em
Fuck’s to it
These niggas talker not walkers
The drive of Paul Walker, I got it
Can’t touch ’em, like, now that I’m sipping this Henny Hypnotic
Fuck wrong wit’ ’em
Fuck’s to it (uh!)
[Verse]
Honestly can’t nobody come for me ‘cept Kendrick
And I hope you offended, like it’s untrue
Don’t make me debunk your kung-fu
Fuck up the whole Feng shui when we come through
They can’t hurt us
My shit in Target, I’m Nate Burkus, they ain’t perfect
Can she walk out with the javelin
Y’all niggas babbling about who the greatest and who after him
If intelligent discussion was dribbling, you’d be travelling
And I’d be somewhere Harlem Globetrot traffickin’ truth
I’m adamant about the handle I got on this shit
I pattened it after James Harden and James Patterson
Don’t make me Alex Cross, cross ‘tween, skip through that lane and change strategy (uh!)
Niggas lose medullas, fuckin’ with my shooters
Rappers lose medallions fuckin’ with Chicago
So many niggas hangin’, they know Mr. I got the fire nigga
Heard ‘Soul album and I knew that I inspire niggas greatly
Alex Hailey at the root of it all
My quest-for-love just wasn’t suited for ya’ll and my black thoughts won’t be muted or diluted
And livin’ water can’t be polluted at all
Secluded I be, too many delusions I see when you speaking and you losin’ me
That’s your 15 minutes, you losin’ ’em
They draw their conclusions
I just be just disproving ’em, my ink hold weight
This paper hold heat like aluminum foil
Your correct in assuming the soil is fertile
I’m growing like weeds, I’m growing my weed
My shorty look like she come from where they growing ya’ll weave at
Ya’ll throwing shade, I three-man weave that
It’s been a one-man fast break, ya’ll ain’t even seen the team yet
[Chorus]
Fuck wrong wit’ ’em
Fuck’s to it
Fuck wrong wit’ ’em
Fuck’s to it
These niggas talker not walkers
The drive of Paul Walker, I got it
Can’t touch ’em, like, now that I’m sipping this Henny Hypnotic
Fuck wrong wit’ ’em
Fuck’s to it (uh!) Cooper
Police they are shooters then like bloopers
They gon’ play that shit on T.V., ’til we Stevie to it
Say we can’t make them drink the water
I don’t know if we can lead ’em to it
I see the difference, I don’t see improvement
I see people that look like me that’s leeching to it
And apparently speaking on it is preaching to ’em
And apparently having opinions is tragic to mention, no matter intention
But only when you got blue checks and new checks and a few floors, more than a duplex
I’m too stressed for all this, fifth-grade, bitch-made
Watch your mouth when you spit facts, what for?

Catch me if you can lil purp
I go Kyrie Curry on the verse, ball like a Nerf
Meet me on the turf, I don’t mean for real, group of these niggas nerd
Full of that sizzurp, you will get serve
My niggas make you hide your face like H.E.R
And I like her, titties are first
Big green Phantom got ’em hooked, Lary Bird
Give ’em the bird, fuck what you heard, I’m the best rapper-er
Niggas call me tiger, that’s whiter than a ice berg
I’m nicer than your favorite rapper on perks
I might curve if she don’t got good slurp
Be nicer, put you on a RIP shirt
Yes-er, ridin’ in a two-seat seater
I love ho but I still gotta bang, eat her
Believe it or not, came back from the sunken, now I’m cream of the crop
I need cash on spot, I don’t want the deposit
I got DMs from every IG thot
But I’m locked in, studio 24-7
I just popped in, fuckin’ with the niggas, when I leave, its gon’ rekill
I’ma wait at your house, my girl’s top tier
If we talkin’ overall, I’m top ten
Flows, car, bitches, ice
King in Dubai like fuck the price
Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “fuck my life”
Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “you’re right”
I might go psych, go might (might, might might)
It’s redrum, I’m psych (psych, psych, psych)
Bitch, I’m always right
Everybody wanna be like Mike
Big bank take lil’ bank
Ayy, fuck around, I need another bank
Ayy, thirteen hundred stars in the Wraith
Woo, and I’m on that forty-two man
Yeah, big bank take lil’ bank
Uh, this my shit when I’m in the Wraith
And my Maybach up to date Nigga got it out the dirt
Bad bitches ’round, I’ma flirt and I’m goin’ for my eighth like Cur
Do you concur? [Verse]
Pay me on the first, niggas know I broke the curse
How it feel when the Rolls is reversed?

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I like your swag, boy I like your swag
You look like dad you look just like your dad
You look like dad you look just like your dad
Boy I like your swag, man I love your swag
You look like dad you look just like your dad
You look like dad you look just like your dad
All these kids, I’m they dad
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Baby momma, where you at? Bring em’ out, diamonds wet
Drive these Hummers, and Corvettes
We waking up, find the check
We got kids, put them kids in check
I got kids put them kids in rest
I got kids, Carti blessed
[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I like your swag, boy I like your swag
You look like dad you look just like your dad
You look like dad you look just like your dad
Boy I like your swag, man I love your swag
You look like dad you look just like your dad
You look like dad you look just like your dad
All these kids, I’m they dad
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
She couldn’t make it, she was [?]
Selling cloud, totin choppas
From the lean, from the Barneys
I start to float, [?]
I’m on drill, drill time
We shootin shit, film time
Get in line, bitch get in line
Put them kids, shit in line
[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I like your swag, boy I like your swag
You look like dad you look just like your dad
You look like dad you look just like your dad
Boy I like your swag, man I love your swag
You look like dad you look just like your dad
You look like dad you look just like your dad
All these kids, I’m they dad

Make sure I tuck you in tight ’cause you don’t like bugs at night, right? Right? Right? [Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, uh, yeah
ChopHouz on the track
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma [?] you my project
Gotta keep a [?] like my private
Gotta keep it wet for me, ayy
Got the cream on the seats, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
She’s ridin’ exotic cars [?]
I put Rolls Royce stars in the ceilin’ and leave off Earth, yeah
Read my tags when I see you like we some [?]
I hate when you don’t text me back [?]
Engraved your name in the seats in the Rolls
Backyard got a park, we ain’t gotta leave home
When it comes down to you, I’ll never say no
Like I’m supposed to, right? Fur on your trenchcoat, you ain’t even know I had to roll the dice for that
I put the straightjacket on, go cray-cray for your love, yeah (hey!)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Yeah, bought you brand new Fiji water, I wanna braid your hair
Bought Chanel shoes ’cause I wanna see them C’s when you step
Got you new condominium keys, don’t you go nowhere
And it’s just us, dripped out love
Bentley coupe for you, paddy wagon’d it up
Flossin’ in Belize, you a diamond in the rough
Christian Dior, love the smell of when we hug
The pain I get from you, I don’t wanna go numb
Doin’ overtime and develop us a bond
Straightjacket on ’cause for you I go dumb
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me