(Pew, pew-pew)
First person shooter mode, we turnin' your song to a funeral
To them niggas that say they wan' off us
You better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles
Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code
Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral
Not the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O
Yeah
Numero U-N-O
Me and Drizzy, this s**t like the Super Bowl
Man, this s**t damn near big as the-
Big as the what?
Big as the what?
Big as the what? Ayy
Big as the Super Bowl, but the difference is
It's just two guys playin' s**t that they did in the studio
Niggas usually send they verses back to me
and they be terrible, just like a two-year old
I love a dinner with some fine women
When they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T
I'm like, "Go ahead, say it then, who the G.O.A.T?
"Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T?"
"Who you bitches really rootin' for?"
Like a kid that act bad from January to November
Nigga, it's just you and Cole
Big as the what?
Big as the what?
Big as the what? Ayy
Big as the Super Bowl
Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef
Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep
I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth
I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique
I still wanna get me a song with YB
Can't trust everything that you saw on IG
Just know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you
Like I'm on your caller ID
I'm namin' the album The Fall Off
It's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off from me
Still in this b***h gettin' bigger
they waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be
Love when they argue the hardest MC
Is it K-Dot, is it Aubrey or me?
We the big three like we started a league
But right now, I feel like Muhammed Ali
Huh, yeah, whoa, huh, huh
Yeah, Muhammed Ali
The one that they call when they s**t ain't connectin' no more
Feel like I got a job in IT
Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake
The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake
It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons
We got 'em attending your wake
Hate how the gang gotta wait from the bars, man, this s**t like a prison escape
Everybody steppers, well, f*ck it
Then everybody breakfast and I'm 'bout to clear up my plate
(huh, huh, huh)
When I show up, it's motion picture, Blockbuster
The G.O.A.T with the golden pen, the top toucher
The spot rusher, sprayed his whole s**t up, the crop duster
Not Russia, but apply pressure
To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aiming 'em
With The Boy in the status, a stadium
Nigga
Ayy
I'm 'bout to, I'm bout to
I'm 'bout to, yeah
Yeah
I'm 'bout to click out on this s**t
I'm 'bout to click, whoa
I'm 'bout to click out on this s**t
I'm 'bout to click, whoa
I'm down to click out on you hoes and make a crime scene
I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam
Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen
She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned
She got a Android, her messages is lime green
I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings
Nadine, Christine, Justine
Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine
Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines
And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things
You niggas is still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream
My youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream
I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams
Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing
Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not
They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot
They know The Boy the one they gotta boycott
I told Jimmy Jam I use a Grammy as a doorstop
Girl gave me some head because I need it
And if I f*ck with you, then after I might eat it, what
Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated
What the f*ck bro? I'm one away from Michael
Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, ayy, beat it, what?
Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it
