Look, I could never be nobody number one fan
Your first number one, I had to put it in your hand
You pussies can't get booked outside America for naan
I'm out in Tokyo, because I'm big in Japan
I'm the hitmaker y'all depend on
Tough on record in my city, it was friend zone
You won't even take no chain off of us
How the fukk you stepping with a size seven mens' on
It's the bark with the bite nikka what's up I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook up
Extortion baby, whole career you've been shook up
Cause top told you drop and give me fifty like some push ups
Your last one bricked, you really not on shyt
They make excuses for you cause they hate to see me lit
Pull your contract, cause we gotta see the split
And the way you doing splits, bytch your pants might rip
You better do that motherfukking show inside the bity
Maroon five need a verse, you better make it witty
Then we need a verse for the swifties Top say drop, you better give him fifty
Pimp squeak 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 dog, you in-the-scope/interscope 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 fukk is this? A twenty v one nikka? What's a prince to a king? He a son nikka
I get more love in the city that you from nikka
Metro shut your hoe ass up and make some drums nikka
Yeah I'm a six God, I'm the front runner
Y'all nikka manager was Chubb's lil blunt runner
Claim the six and you nikkas ain't even come from it
And when you boys got rich, you had to run from it
Cash [CashXO] blowing Abel bread out here tricking
shyt we do for bytches, he doing for nikkas
Jets, whips, chains, wicked wicked wicked
Spending like he trying to fukk, boy you trippin'
Drizzy chippendale, probably got your bytch Chanel I just got em done, boy don't make me have to chip a nail
Rolling loud stage, y'all was turnt, that was slick as hell
Lucky that your dog ?Lil Bim? doesn't kiss and tell
Hugs and kisses man, don't tell me bout no switches I be rocking every fukking chain I own next visit
I be with some bodyguards like Whitney
Top said drop your little midget ass, better fukkin Aye, better drop and give me fifty, aye Drop and give me fifty Drop and give me fifty
nikkas really got me out here talking like I'm 50
nikkas really got me out here rapping what I'm living
I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I'm Ricky
Can't believe he jumping in, this nikka turning fifty
Every song that made it on the chart, he got from Drizzy
Worried bout whatever going on with you and (huh) Aye,
Shout out to the hooper that be bustin out the griddy
I know why you mad nikka, I ain't even trippin I ain't even rappin after this, I'm way to busy
This for all the top dogs, drop and give me fifty Drop drop
And that fukking song y'all got is not starting beef with us
This shyt been brewing in a pot, now I'm heating up I don't care what Cole think, that Dot shyt was weak as fukk
Champagne trippin, he is not fukking easing up
nikka called up 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 speaking up
You done rolled deep to this, it's not fukking deep enough
Beggin Kai Cenat, boy you not fukking beating us
Numbers wise, I'm outta here, you not fukking creeping up
Money wise, I'm outta here, you not fukking sneaking up
Cornball, your show money merch money fee to us
Imma let you nikkas work it out, because I've 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 fukk nikkas teaming up (What? What?)
Teaming up, but all of y'all falling like some dominoes
Bros turned to hoes, like ain't got enough of those
I can't wait to see how far you nikkas get to reaching now
This the closest thing you nikkas getting to a feature now
Backpedal gang, cause a few of y'all been reaching out
Y'all drew the line, what the fukk we got to speak about
Get your fukking head tapped, you nikkas get to peeking out
You had a song for four years, drop that shyt and shut your mouth
Shut your mouth nikka It's me twice in my big three, I had to leave you out
fukking dumb ass nikka
you have to swing for the knockout out the gate.
