I could never be
nobody number-one fan
Your first number one,
I had to put it in your
hand
You p*ssies can't get
booked outside America
for nan'
I'm out in Tokyo because
I'm big in Japan
I'm the hitmaker
y'all depend on
Backstage in my city,
it was friendzone
You won't ever take
no chain off of us
How the f*ck you big
steppin' with a
size-seven men's on?
This the bark with the
bite, n*gga, 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 sh*t
They make excuses for
you 'cause they hate
to see me lit
Pull your contract
'cause we gotta see
the split
The way you doin' splits,
b*tch, your pants might
rip
You better do that
motherf*ckin' show
inside the bity
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 your ass,
I had to hike down
Big difference 'tween
Mike then and Mike now
What the f*ck is this,
a twenty-v-one, n*gga?
What's a prince to a
king? He a son, nigga
Get more love in
the city that you
from, n*gga
Metro, shut your ho
*ss up and make
some drums, n*gga
Yeah, I'm the 6ix
God, I'm the frontrunner
Y'all n*gga 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'
Sh*t we do for b*tches,
he doin' for n*ggas
Jets, whips, chains,
wicked, wicked, wicked
Spend it like you tryna
f*ck, boy, you trippin',
boy, you trippin'
Drizzy Chip 'n Dale,
probably got your
b*tch Chanel
I just got 'em done,
boy, don't make me
have to chip a nail
Rolling Loud stage,
y'all were turnt, that
was slick as hell
Sh*t'll probably
change if your BM
start to kiss and tell
Hugs and kisses,
man, don't tell me
'bout no switches
I'll be rockin' every
f*ckin' chain I own
next visit, ayy
I be with some
bodyguards like Whitney
Top say drop, your little
midget ass better f*ckin'
Ayy, better drop and
give me fifty, ayy
Drop and give me fifty,
drop and give me fifty,
ayy
N*ggas really got me
out here talkin' like
I'm 50, ayy
N*ggas 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
n*gga turnin' fifty
Every song that
made it on the chart,
he got from Drizzy
Spend that lil' check
you got and stay up
out my business
N*gga, shout out to
the hooper that be
bustin' out the griddy
We know why you mad,
n*gga, I ain't even
trippin'
All that lil' heartbroken
Twitter shit for bitches
This for all the top
dogs, drop and give
me fifty, drop, drop
And that f*ckin' song
y'all got did not start
the beef with us
This sh*t been brewin'
in a pot, now
I'm heatin' up
I don't care what Cole
think, that Dot sh*t
was weak as fuck
Champagne trippin',
he is not f*ckin'
easin' up
N*gga callin'
Top to see if Top
wanna peace it up
Top, wanna peace it up?
Top, wanna peace it up?
Nah, p*ssy, now
you on your own
when you speakin' up
You done rolled deep
to this, it's not f*ckin'
deep enough
Beggin' Kai Cenat,
boy, you not f*ckin'
beatin' us
Numbers-wise,
I'm out of here, you not
f*ckin' creepin' up
Money-wise, I'm out
of here, you not f*ckin'
sneakin' up
Cornball, your show
money merch-money
fee to us
I'ma let you n*ggas
work it out because
I seen enough
This ain't even
everything I know,
don't wake the
demon up
This ain't even
everything I know,
don't wake the demon
up
Drop and give me fifty,
all you fuck n*ggas
teamin' up