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I could never be nobody number one fan

Your first number one

I had to put it in your hand

You pussies can't get booked outside

America for nan'

I'm out in Tokyo

Because I'm big in Japan

I'm the hitmaker y'all depend on

Backstage in my city, it was friendzone

You won't ever take no chain off of us

How the fuck you big steppin'

With a size-seven men's on

This the bark with the bite, nigga

What's up

I know my picture on the wall

When y'all cook up

Extortion baby, whole career

You been shook up

Cause top told you

Drop and give me fifty

Like some push-ups

Your last one bricked

You really not on shit

They make excuses for you

Cause they hate to see me lit

Pull your contract

Cause we gotta see the split

The way you doin' splits, bitch

Your pants might rip

You better do that motherfuckin'

Show inside the bity

Maroon 5 need a verse

You better make it witty

Then we need a verse for the Swifties

Top say drop

You better drop and give 'em fifty

Pipsqueak, pipe down

You ain't in no big three

Sza got you wiped down

Travis got you wiped down

Savage got you wiped down

Like your label, boy

You in a scope right now

And you gon' feel

The aftermath of what I write down

I'm at the top of the mountain

So you tight now

Just to have this talk with your ass

I had to hike down

Big difference 'tween Mike then

And Mike now

What the fuck is this

A twenty one, nigga

What's a prince to a king

He a son, nigga

Get more love in the city

That you from, nigga

Metro, shut your ho ass up

And make some drums, nigga

Yeah, I'm the 6ix God, I'm the frontrunner

Y'all nigga manager

Was Chubbs lil' blunt runner

Claim the 6ix and you

Boys ain't even come from it

And when you boys got rich

You had to run from it

Cash blowin' Abel bread, out here trickin'

Shit we do for bitches, he doin' for niggas

Jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked

Spend it like you tryna fuck, boy

You trippin', boy, you trippin'

Drizzy Chip 'n Dale

Probably got your bitch Chanel

I just got 'em done

Boy don't make me have to chip a nail

Rolling Loud stage, y'all were turnt

That was slick as hell

Shit'll probably change

If your BM start to kiss and tell

Hugs and kisses, man

Don't tell me 'bout no switches

I'll be rockin' every fuckin' chain

I own next visit

I be with some bodyguards like Whitney

Top say drop

Your little midget ass better fuckin'

Better drop and give me fifty

Drop and give me fifty

Drop and give me fifty

Niggas really got me out here

Talkin' like I'm 50

Niggas really got me out here

Rappin' what I'm livin'

I might take your latest girl

And cuff her like I'm Ricky

Can't believe he jumpin' in

This nigga turnin' fifty

Every song that made it on the chart

He got from Drizzy

Spend that lil' check you got

And stay up out my business

Nigga, shout out to the hooper

That be bustin' out the griddy

We know why you mad, nigga

I ain't even trippin'

All that lil' heartbroken

Twitter shit for bitches

This for all the top dogs

Drop and give me fifty, drop, drop

And that fuckin' song

Y'all got did not start the beef with us

This shit been brewin' in a pot

Now I'm heatin' up

I don't care what Cole think

That Dot shit was weak as fuck

Champagne trippin'

He is not fuckin' easin' up

Nigga callin' Top to see

If top wanna peace it up

Top wanna peace it up

Top wanna peace it up

Nah pussy now you on your own

When you speakin' up

You done rolled deep to this

It's not fuckin' deep enough

Beggin' Kai Cenat, boy

You not fuckin' beatin' us

Numbers-wise, I'm out of here

You not fuckin' creepin' up

Money-wise, I'm out of here

You not fuckin' sneakin' up

Cornball, your show money

Merch-money fee to us

I'ma let you niggas work it out

Because I seen enough

This ain't even everything I know

Don't wake the demon up

This ain't even everything I know

Don't wake the demon up

Drop and give me fifty

All you fuck niggas teamin' up

What top five you smokin' on, Kendrick

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot

Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot

I was really, really tryna keep it PG

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