[Intro]
I feel like a—
I feel like a boss now, bitch, you fired
I feel like a boss now (Haha), I'm on fire (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Uh, yeah (Ya dig?)

[Chorus]
I feel like a boss now, bitch, you fired
I don't have no off days, I'm on fire
Yeezy on my feet, bitch, I heard it through the wire
These n***as getting old, they should retire
Look at my attire, huh, bitch, I'm flyer
These n***as my little ones, pacifier
I tell my own story, me no need a writer
So bitch, listen up, while I write it, yeah

[Verse]
Bitch, I'm in New York, sippin' drop
I ain't Carti, Milly Rock
When I pull up in that 'Rari, drop-top
Keep a .40 with a 30 by my crotch
I remember havin' dimebags in my socks
Now I can put a Rollie by my watch
Black, so I got the police on my cock
Huh, fuck 12, get off
I know they pissed off, 'cause a n***a winnin'
I'm the champion, like Queen, huh
Bitches on my phone say they need a dick to lean on
But when I was broke, they wasn't tryna link up
Now they gon' fuck on my gang to get closer, uh
[Bridge]
Does that give you closure?
Does that give you closure?
I know that you mad, that you ain't invited over
Does that give you closure?
Does that give you closure?
I know that you mad, that you ain't invited over

[Chorus]
I feel like a boss now, bitch, you fired
I don't have no off days, I'm on fire
Yeezy on my feet, bitch, I heard it through the wire
These n***as getting old, they should retire
Look at my attire, huh, bitch, I'm flyer
These n***as my little ones, pacifier
I tell my own story, me no need a writer
So bitch, listen up, while I write it, yeah