Is it you? Is it you? Ay, can y'all turn my headphones down? Significantly? Cool, that's good It was super loud First of all, this shit about me I ain't made this shit for y'all, that's the damn thing I've been waiting pretty long to get on some shit and

Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick For those who don't like it, eat a dick But for those who with me, sing that shit As it go a little something like this La Di Da Di, we likes to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody We're,

Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch

I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit Lookin' for a biddy on that thot shit Y'all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this I been 'round the globe talkin' hot shit Y’all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this I been

Fuck it all! fuck this world! Fuck everything that you stand for! Don't belong! don't exist! Don't give a shit! Don't ever judge me! I am the push that makes you move Over and over and under my skin Fuck you all! Running out of ways to run

Ever since I got this you been tryna knock this All you do is pop shit you ain't really on shit This is for my team though we ain't with the nonsense Keep it 103 though, all we do is top shit Yeah, ever since, ever since, yeah I made everything come

Nah, I don't give a fuck Y'all can suck my dick I'm making pesetas while they're talking, talking shit Don't waste my time for this I'm making my dollars, dollars while they're tweeting tweets Nah I don't give a Wow, wow, great, great Rilès you're

Dear god, when I wake up, please can I have wings on my penis? amen Uh yo huh yeah let's do this Hey, yo, fuck this shit, I prayed to god but he forgot this kid Woke up and I was like, "I can't believe this, still ain't got no wings on my penis" Penises

Open your eyes Ahora los ojos Its time to get lost in my music you get lost don't confuse it I was born for this shit so I never had to choose it I would kill for the chance to get on you get off I'm not sayin that I'm hard I'm just sayin you soft The

Quarter million dollars all on my skin Tote this F&N like I got license Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' Jump off the tightrope, I'm tryna dive in Yeah, cook that shit up Quay Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks