[Verse]
Look, I'ma be honest, it ain't no competition
They say Lakeyah keep 'em pressed and all these hoes got offended
Keep a couple stripe shirts on my nigga, I'm winnin'
Tryna take me out the game and we gon' blow your whistle
Made it back there, went-went out the state to make it triple
Let me upgrade you, baby, you still in the same position
You still runnin' up a dollar at this point you can't get it
The difference between us, bitch, is you chasin' a bag, I'm in it, bitch
Th-th-then I had my racks up, now I got my racks in
And beefin' with you bum bitches, that was back then
I-I-I said five for a feature, bitch, I need ten
And bitch, I said that I'm the G.O.A.T, 'cause I really am
A-a pretty bitch I talk shit ain't gotta do much
I hit my nigga like a wood, is it smoke or what?
Ain't gotta put my hands on you, but you gettin' touched
I'm goin' crazy so these bitches really know what's up
I need me a bag, I'm talkin' a big one
I still want you bitches dead if I aim, I'm gon' hit one
Man, I know these bitches hate me, in my comments goin' crazy
For some beef, you gotta pay me, who the fuck I'm gon' steal from?
I'm the youngest in charge, eighteen, I'm a beast
I like designer and cars, so I'm taxin' a fee
Look, I'm a bitch but I'm hard and all yo' niggas is sweet
He only up that shit with you so why he carry that piece?
But my niggas some real hitters, we ridin' 'round with tools out
He-heat up in the party, if she on it, spread the room down
Hang with broke bitches that ain't me so we ain't cool now
Student of the game but runnin' laps around the schoolhouse, on God (On God)