[Verse]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
b*tches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I'ma need you to face front
You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
My crown won't fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (uh)
You b*tches catchin' a fade, shout out my n*gga Lil Boosie
All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw n*gga, you know this pus*y is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though
I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though
I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I'm with a couple bad b*tches that'll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Hey yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my n*ggas send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
b*tch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (Rrrr)