It bothers me when the gods get to actin' like the broads
Guess every team doesn't come complete with nikkas like ours
That's why I see no need to compete with nikkas like y'all
I just ask that when you see me you speak up, nikka, that's all
Don't be duckin' like you never wanted nothin'
It's feelin' like rap changed, it was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nikka reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays nikkas reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in the Polo Lounge
Me and my G from D.C., that's how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some shyt like that? You never know
Million dollar meetings in a Polo Lounge
Me and my man Oliver North, that's how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap nikka
I tell that bytch it's more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty Ms
Kobe my nikka, I hate it had to be him
bytch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym
(Huh! bytch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym)
Tell Lucian I said "fukk it, " I'm tearin' holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Publix, and take her ass out in public
Ordered her the filet, told 'em, "Butterfly it, she'll love it."

She used to soda and nuggets, she really just out here thuggin'

I'm just hittin' my pinnacle, you and p*ssy identical
You like the fukkin' finish line, we can't wait to run into you
But let me get my mind off that
Young rich motherfukker gettin' mine off rap, with my nikkas (huh)