[Chorus]
I’m not tryna rap wit’ you fuckboys
I’m not tryna hang wit’ you fuck hoes
I’m just tryna get it for my loved ones
If you get in the way then you can get killed
And I’ll put that on everything I love, I mean honestly
I’ll put that on everything I love, I promise you I’ll get it
I’ll get it for the weekends that you stared at me and stayed up late to see if maybe you would get a call from me, you didn’t
I’ll get it cause I owe you for the windows that got broken, bottles, bikers, I was caught up in the middle, I’m sorry
On everything I love, I mean honestly, I’m sorry
And I’ll put that on everything I love, I promise you

[Verse 1]
I’m not rappin’ for the women, cause the hoes who hang with rappers act like spoiled fuckin' children
I’m just rappin’ for a living, I been out in LA chillin’
I been shootin’ vids with hipster chicks and makin’ fun of vixens
I been fucking with them new flows
I been finding all these new hoes and my new shit ‘bout to wreck all you Robins and Carusos
These rappers outdone themselves
Couldn’t hang if they hung themselves
They don’t hold their guns themselves
They just won and they run they mouths
I’ll do it for mama and papa and Jenna and Maya
And everyone will get everything that their little heart ever desired
And I will go back out to Paris forever
And I will go back out to Paris forever
With all of my shopping bags filled with designers
And all of my memories of all you whiners
Shout out to Edmonton, y’all are a bitter gang
Every time that I visit I’m wearing a bigger chain
[Chorus]
I’m not tryna rap wit’ you fuckboys
I’m not tryna hang wit’ you fuck hoes
I’m just tryna get it for my loved ones
If you get in the way then you can get killed
And I’ll put that on everything I love, I mean honestly
I’ll put that on everything I love, I promise you I’ll get it
I’ll get it for the weekends that you stared at me and stayed up late to see if maybe you would get a call from me, you didn’t
I’ll get it cause I owe you for the windows that got broken, bottles, bikers, I was caught up in the middle, and I’m sorry
On everything I love, I mean honestly, I’m sorry
And I’ll put that on everything I love, I promise you (I'll get it)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, ask all my people, I’m down for whatever
As for my people, they down for whatever
They leant me some money, I’m payin' 'em back
But I’ll do it with music, I’m not going back to hangin' out in that back room with them strippers
Albuterol in my backpack so they can lose weight and I can flip it
I ain’t ever been no bitch, bitch
I been on my low grind, got your girlfriend hooked on heartbreak songs
You're mad because you know they mine
And I turned you down and said I don’t do features
Then you heard me on your homie's track I recorded for cheaper
Then I quoted you, but to quote my girl “fuck everyone and anyone, it’s us against the world, fuckers”
And I ain’t ever worried 'bout the rumors, B-Sharp and the B don’t stand for bad aim when I’m shootin'
I dare y'all, I don’t fear y'all, I was made for all of this shit
I'm a hunter and I’m near y'all, y'all dear to me and shit, Aye
[Chorus]
I’m not tryna rap wit’ you fuckboys
I’m not tryna hang wit’ you fuck hoes
I’m just tryna get it for my loved ones
If you get in the way then you can get killed
And I’ll put that on everything I love, I mean honestly
I’ll put that on everything I love, I promise you I’ll get it
I’ll get it for the weekends that you stared at me and stayed up late to see if maybe you would get a call from me, you didn’t
I’ll get it cause I owe you for the windows that got broken, bottles, bikers, I was caught up in the middle, and I’m sorry
On everything I love, I mean honestly, I’m sorry
And I’ll put that on everything I love, I promise you (I'll get it)