I ain't ever claim to be the greatest, I ain't living no facade
But all my homies paper chasers, bitch I put that on my mom
Look at all this gualla raining down straight from the clouds above
Hoe if you not making any money, then you good for nothing
Stack, Stack, Stack, had to go and stack up another K
I'm smoking this blunt right to the face, then I tell my girl she can come over to my place
I'm makin' it clap, clap, clap, clap, man this dick gon' make that bitch go insane
It's no question that my girl finna stay, knowing that these backshots hit her brain
What? No
Really that's none of your business, we not friends get the fuck out of my mentions
I don't fuck with you I know your intentions, you talk tough boy you better be ready then
Bot ass boy think that he's sentient, hope the weed that you smoke got some fent in it
You wanna throw hands with me better tell me when, talk on me I dare you to do it again
Bro, why the hell you gettin' mad over a fucking follow
My name inside your mouth so much lil bitch you better swallow
Lil nigga don't wanna message me, you don't want no fuckin' problems
I've been burning niggas up, then I turn them into dust, just like the first Apollo
Pussy boy its up when I see you, you done, you gon' taste these fuckin' hollows
You ain't ever scared us, you ain't toting no guns, and all the money you got is borrowed
Talkin' so loud, never get that, give a fuck about what a bitch said
Get my damn lyrics through your thick head, stand my damn ground better get back
I ain't ever claim to be the greatest, I ain't living no facade
But all my homies paper chasers, bitch I put that on my mom
Look at all this gualla raining down straight from the clouds above
Hoe if you not making any money, then you good for nothing