Yuh, Big boy things big boy things, ooh
Yuh, yuh
Sound 'bout right, sound 'bout right look

I woke up at seven in the mornin'
Straight to the pen, no yawnin'
Sound 'bout right
A nigga gotta write about his life
A nigga gotta write about his life yuh
I woke up at seven in the mornin'
I ain't even sleep last night
Hit the studio at
Nigga gotta write about his life, a
Nigga gotta write about his life, man
I'm too cold, need a heater (Heater)
Niggas on my left, on the
Right, in the front, to the back
Left in the freezer (Freezer)
Ain't calling, got a brand new car
And I'm proud attaboy, tell 'em beat up
Skirmish
And lately I ain't been on social media
And I ain't vacationin' either
I'm takin' daytrips to the
Studio and eatin' good
Pardon my french, they love me in Paris
Pardon my friends, they richer than yours
Pardon the steez, I my lens
Balenciaga boxers stitched inside of my pants
You ni- (Shhh)
Oooh, you niggas not fuckin' with me
Literally, figuratively
Niggas not fuckin' with me
I ran the summer last year and ran fashion
That was just a test run
You niggas just a crash dummies
I mean, do the math for me
3 years here, look at the path of me
3 years later, they wishin' bad on me
Still, I'm at the top
Like a bottom that was mad horny
Gitchi, gitchi, ayayaya
Lil Kim playin' while I'm in the sky
Yeah, my new shit
My new shit hotter than it's ever been
Y'all can never win