For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

Ay papi, Nik apurate No more apologizing for being excellent From now on man, fuck it, I'm just gon' be dope And not apologize for it I'm sorry I'm dope, nigga Rap your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life God, I'm so good Yeah, fuck up

Name another nigga hot I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I’m just honest A hundred thousand on watches I’m just honest Coupes all on coupes, I’m just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain’t never going back to what we used to

Light it light it, puff it puff it, pass it, pass it I've been puffing, rolling up Cop a lot and pourin' up Plus my niggas know the plug A generation's thrown on drugs Don't give a fuck about your man I'm just seeing what it's hitting for (Bitch I'm

Don’t make my goons go stupid Yeah my homies still Go stupid, go stupid, yeah My homies still Look, i’m eastside them haters 90 going west My niggas pumping so much bass, muthafuckas going deaf Man, fuck ya'll with a sick dick, semi automatic no click

I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog Nah, for real, nigga Nah, for real, bitch I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm way too high, dog I can't get no sleep, I swear I'm way too high, dog Peel a hotbox when it's time to ride, dog If you froze up last

Oh, how you doin'? I'm alright Man turn this shit up, man Ay Cardi, you got somethin' to say? You got somethin' to say, talk to 'em Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong? And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft? How

I was hustling before I came up out the womb Now look at me the richest nigga in the room Richest nigga, richest nigga, richest nigga I'm the richest nigga, richest nigga, richest nigga Look at me, I'm the richest nigga in the room '89, '96, 2002

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

(Nigga you fuckin' with a changed man) (You fuckin' with a changed man) I changed plans but I'm still the same old rider I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it All my real thug niggaz, go and get your hands up You go and drink the