You niggas been hatin' way too long

You guys have been hating way too long

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Too grown, I bought that—

Too grown, I bought that—

Oh

Oh

Yeah

Yeah

(That's a good one, P)

(That's a good one, P)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I went to AP, spent two-hunnid K

I went to AP, spent two hundred K

They sold me the frost, rainbow face

They sold me the frost, rainbow face

They hope I fall off, ain't no way

They hope I fall off, ain't no way

I might be 'ight, but it ain't okay

I might be 'ight, but it ain't okay

Niggas had left, niggas went right, I went left and stayed left, it ain't nothin' the same

People had left, people went right, I went left and stayed left, it ain't nothing the same

They run they lips, I put my prep in a step and my foot on the pedal of Range

They run their lips, I put my prep in a step and my foot on the pedal of Range

Spend this shit like I'm ahead of the game

Spend this stuff like I'm ahead of the game

You said they gon' drop, and it better be flame

You said they gon' drop, and it better be flame

Lil' mommy gon' top, she gon' suck 'til I'm drained

Little mommy gon' top, she gon' suck 'til I'm drained

My top-five topper, in love with her brain

My top-five topper, in love with her brain

Across the sea, huh (Ah), Hatteras in Mykonos, Greece, man, they love me in Spain (Yeah, yeah)

Across the sea, huh (Ah), Hatteras in Mykonos, Greece, man, they love me in Spain (Yeah, yeah)

I'm kickin' P, ah, land on the jet with a bitch with a big-body frame (Yeah)

I'm kicking P, ah, land on the jet with a girl with a big-body frame (Yeah)

Dressed like a biker, rockin' black Margiela loafers, the one with the lace (Yeah, yeah)

Dressed like a biker, rocking black Margiela loafers, the one with the lace (Yeah, yeah)

Pulled up in title, yeah, right, I don't think these lil' niggas really wanna race (Yeah, yeah)

Pulled up in title, yeah, right, I don't think these little guys really wanna race (Yeah, yeah)

I got the fire, I spit crack, I got the fans, gon' recite what I say (Yeah, yeah)

I've got the fire, I spit crack, I got the fans, gon' recite what I say (Yeah, yeah)

Pass me that lighter, this ain't no Thrax, this some Bluscotti, I smoke to the face (Yeah, yeah)

Pass me that lighter, this ain't no Thrax, this some Bluscotti, I smoke to the face (Yeah, yeah)

Made it to the light and they still throwin' shade

Made it to the light and they still throwing shade

I was locked up, takin' chips for a trade (Yeah, yeah)

I was locked up, taking chips for a trade (Yeah, yeah)

I'm the boss, make more than minimum wage

I'm the boss, make more than minimum wage

These blue hunnids keepin' my mental straight (Yeah, yeah)

These blue hundreds keeping my mental straight (Yeah, yeah)

Talkin' to God in the middle of the day

Talking to God in the middle of the day

Ain't no human bein' determine my fate (Yeah, yeah)

Ain't no human being determine my fate (Yeah, yeah)

The more I get it in, the more they gon' hate

The more I get it in, the more they gon' hate

That lil'-body Benz, I know what you pay (Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah-ayy)

That little-body Benz, I know what you pay (Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah-ayy)

Don't tempt me, I'm on one tonight (Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah-ayy)

Don't tempt me, I'm on one tonight (Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah-ayy)

Don't play with me, play with a mic' (Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah-ayy)

Don't play with me, play with a mic (Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah-ayy)

She suck it when we stop at the light

She sucks it when we stop at the light

These rappers ain't copyin' right (Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah-ayy)

These rappers ain't copying right (Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah-ayy)

Get dressed and pop-out in the night

Get dressed and pop out in the night

Too trim, I got 'em entic

Too trim, I got 'em enticed