I'm on a whole nother level, I'm geeky You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin'
Ready for war, I just need me a reason I'm gettin' buckets in regular season
Honestly wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin'
Maybe I be drivin' and stuff, I be cruisin' I got the game in my motherfuckin' pocket
All of this rappin' and shit just a option I'm finna cookin' and stupidity crockin'
I'm finna take off and rap like a rocket Hop on a yacht in Miami and surf it
Wet -headed bitches, they drinkin' and twerkin' Don't post on stories, my shorty be lurkin'
Can't stop the grind for no bitch, it ain't worth it
Go to Malafa to a week of the fashion Addicted to dressin', I drip with a passion
Your nigga know I'm that nigga, just ask him Look at the diamonds, they hittin', they dancin'
I'm from the trenches, I learn how to hustle I get the cabbage, the lettuce, the brussel
I make a million, then triple, then double Upgrade the Glock with a laser and muzzle
I'm on a whole nother level, I'm geeky You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin'
Ready for war, I just need me a reason I'm gettin' buckets in regular season
Honestly wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin'
Maybe I be drivin' and stuff, I be cruisin'
All the little women that's quotin' my tweets I don't know if they want a piece of my meat
I'm a motherfuckin' boss, but you know I'm elite I cannot take a loss, cause I'm playin' for keeps
When I step out the house, watch the money increase I be robbin' the net, nigga, call the police
Feelin' immortal, I feel that lil' reach You get turned paranormal if I see you reach
Ghost, DDG Childish That nigga be tweetin' too much
On my mama, he doin' the most I really hate him, but low -key,
I really fuck with him I check for whatever he post
That nigga doin' too much I want Hadley to drop him
Let's make a petition and vote How about y 'all niggas quit bitchin'
And go get some motion And take my dick out of your throat
