[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, bitch, I'm flyer
These n***as my little ones, pacifier
I tell my own story, me no need a writer

[Verse]
So bitch listen up, while I’m writin' (Yeah)
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 ...

[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, bitch, I'm flyer
These n***as my little ones, pacifier
I tell my own story, me no need a writer