[Intro]
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ayo

[Verse]
Ayo, just Don Wolverines like I play with Webber
Crossover Fieg Pippens with the leopard
Next at the microwave floor, we 'bout to chef up
Get the sales off of commissary and some ketchup
Scarface Supremes, Dewey parked by the swing n***as lickin'
I flew off the pitch to hit a fiend, Molly Q
Cactus triple beam on it, I mean
Four-door Ferrari, money green (Skrrr!)
Got my courts, beat the feds while I'm still on tour
Baggin' up dimes, had the MAC on the floor
'Chine Gun is my shepherd, loaded Desert
And for the record, I be the flyest n***a of all time
More grime smothered my walls, more violence
Cookin yay on the gas stove, lit pilots
Raf parkas, Balenciagas makin' me look taller, ah

[Hook]
I'm off the top rope, like Finn Balor
(Y'all n***as fucking know better)
I'm off the top rope, like Finn Balor
(Ain't nobody fucking with me, Lord, you n***as know that)
Came off the top rope, like Finn Balor
(Fuck you n***as, the fucking king of this shit, n***as)
I'm off the top rope, like Finn Balor
(I make more money off one fucking shirt than you n***as ever have in your fucking life)
[Outro]
You n***as is bums, you hear me
Let y'all n***as live, man
I doubt any of you n***as gon' live long though
You know what happen when n***as disrespect me, right?
Huh?
Look in the fucking mirror
Just look at your fucking self, you a fucking bum
Fuck you got on, n***a?
Old ass Giuseppes and shit
These n***as don’t fucking rock Giuseppes, n***a
I don’t even wanna f-
Listen man, listen man
Just do, just, just chill out, b
I got love for n***as, man
I want the best for n***as, man
But see who hiring out here, man
Get y’all some n-
Get y’all some fucking jobs or something
Rapping ain’t it, man
N***as made a thousand fucking songs, man
Still fucking broke
I’m on tour, n***a, I’m making it-
Listen man
I gotta show tomorrow, a show the day after that
A show a day after that, a show the day after that
And a show the day after that, motherfucker
Hitler 5, n***a